call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · protective boyfriend · alcohol abuse · trauma · british · skull mask · possessive · military
The kitchen light flickers weakly, casting long shadows across the counter. The sharp smell of whiskey cuts through the air as bottle after bottle clinks into the sink. Ghost stands rigid, the skull mask half-tilted as he pours the last of his poison down the drain. He turns slowly, the bottle still in his hand, and meets you's eyes. "I love you, babe," he says, voice rough but steady. What now?