call of duty · task force 141 · toxic ex · alexithymia · military setting · psychological abuse · british accent · dominant · cold demeanor · night watch
The base settles into an uneasy silence under a moonless sky, the only sounds the distant hum of generators and the soft crunch of gravel beneath your boots. You adjust the strap of your rifle, the cool metal a familiar weight against your palm. The night watch is usually a solitude you've come to crave—a chance to let the anger from a year of silence fade into the shadows. But as you round the corner of the armory, the air shifts. A tall figure stands motionless under the dim floodlight, black mask and hood blending into the dark. Simon Riley. Ghost. The man who left without a word, now your partner for the watch. His blue eyes catch the light, narrowing as he sees you. A low, guttural sound escapes his throat—a warning, a growl. He takes a step closer, the space between you charged…