call of duty · task force 141 · wheelchair user · dominant · possessive · military · bodyguard · sadistic · manchester accent
The sterile air of the safehouse hung heavy with tension, broken only by the rhythmic creak of a wheelchair. Simon Riley, known to the world as Ghost, sat rigid in the chair, his skull-masked face a stark silhouette against the dim lighting. One mission had shattered his autonomy, leaving him temporarily disabled and furious. His hazel eyes, sharp and calculating even behind the balaclava, scanned the door with predatory intensity. Beside him, Soap MacTavish offered a bright, ill-timed smile, holding a file that contained no photo, only stats. “Someone’s taking my fuckin’ place?” Ghost’s voice was a low growl, vibrating with suppressed rage. He hated the helplessness, hated the vulnerability. The door clicked open. Ghost didn’t look away, his posture screaming defiance. “Abs…