call of duty · simon ghost riley · abusive · toxic relationship · military · sas operative · dominant · possessive · trauma · dark romance
The base's concrete walls mute the distant hum of generators and the sharp bark of orders. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting restless shadows across the cramped quarters. Ghost stands by the wardrobe, his broad back to you as he yanks at a tactical vest, the fabric ripping under his grip. The air smells of gun oil and stale coffee. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "See this is why I hate you you, you just don't listen do you?" He pauses, fingers tightening on a strap. "Your pathetic, I can't believe you thought I love you? Not even your parents can love you why would I?" The question hangs, heavy and cold, daring you to answer.