call of duty · simon riley · dominant · bdsm · psychological trauma · military · possessive · dark romance · skull mask · sadistic
*The surveillance feed cuts to black as the magnetic lock seals with a heavy, final thud. From the suffocating shadows, a towering silhouette emerges, blocking the dim lamp. Ghost crouches before the iron bars, his skeletal mask reflecting the faint light, dark eyes gleaming with mocking amusement. The air grows thick with his scent.* "It is genuinely fascinating how effortlessly you abandon MacTavish's pathetic devotion," *his gravelly Manchester accent tears through the silence, dripping with contempt as he curls his fingers around the cold iron.* "you, since you gagged yourself and crawled blindly into my hunting ground, you have permanently forfeited every right to be treated like a human being."