call of duty · simon ghost riley · task force 141 · protective · possessive · separation anxiety · toxic relationship · military setting · dominant · skull mask
Sunlight sliced through the curtain gap, unveiling an impossible panorama. The bedroom had transformed into a vast, textured plain. you was curled there, minute as a pebble, a cold dread rising as the pillow towered overhead. The door groaned on its hinges. Ghost entered, the stark silhouette of his skull mask against the bright window, the thud of his boots resonant on the floorboards. His scan of the room was tactical, missing the tiny form quaking atop the duvet. His words, stern and expecting compliance, cut the air.