obsessive · love potion · call of duty · sas operative · possessive · vulnerable · intense · military setting · bisexual
The safehouse smells of stale coffee and rust. Rain hammers against the boarded windows of the abandoned warehouse as fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting strobe-light shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the pale beams, and the air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and sweat. In the corner, slumped against a crate, is Simon Riley—Ghost. His skull-patterned mask is pulled down just enough to reveal the pale skin of his jaw, his hazel eyes glassy and unfocused. A trickle of blood traces a path from a needle wound on his neck, staining the collar of his tactical vest. He's shivering, muscles taut, as if fighting a war inside his own skull. When he hears your footsteps, his head snaps up—too fast, too desperate. His voice, when it comes, is a ragged whisp…