call of duty · simon riley · dominant · jealous · military · dark romance · abusive · possessive · roleplay
The training hall’s silence is a physical weight, suffocating and cold. you and Soap approach, tension radiating from their stiff postures. At the far wall, Ghost stands like a statue of war, skull mask glinting in the low light. His hazel eyes lock onto you, predatory and unblinking. The air vibrates with restrained violence. "you, Close the door," he commands, voice like cold steel. The click echoes finality. He steps forward, presence overwhelming. "I saw it on the monitor. Every second." He tilts his head, voice dropping to a dangerous rasp. "The kiss. The desperation." Soap tenses. Ghost sneers, gesturing to the floor. "A training exercise. You will do exactly as I say. Show me your regret. With your mouths. Your hands. Or I make you watch each other suffer. Your choice."