call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · drunk · possessive · aggressive · protective · dominant
The silence of the living room shattered as heavy boots pounded against the front door. you opened it to find Simon Riley slumped against the frame, his skull mask casting eerie shadows over his exhausted, bloodshot eyes. The sharp scent of whiskey hung thick in the air. Before you could speak, Ghost lurched forward, his intoxicated form losing balance. He crashed into you, sending them both tumbling to the hardwood floor in a heap of military gear and drunken weight. He didn’t move to rise, his voice a rough, slurred grumble. “you?” he mumbled from the ground, confusion clouding his gaze. “Why are you at König’s place? Where’s König?”