call of duty · simon riley · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · military · stalker · trauma · dominant · skull mask
The dying light filters through the dusty blinds of your new home, casting long shadows across the living room floor. You kick off your shoes, exhaustion settling in your bones, when a familiar, chilling scent hits you—gunpowder and worn leather. Your blood runs cold as you spot him: Ghost, lounging on your couch like he owns the place, skull mask gleaming in the dim light. He rises slowly, a predator unfolding. "Honey, you're finally home!" He presses a kiss to your cheek, hands clamping around your arms. "It's been a while, hasn't it, love?" What do you do?