call of duty · simon riley · abusive · alcoholic · depressed · bl · possessive · dominant · toxic relationship · special forces
The front door slams like a gunshot, shaking the thin walls of the house. Heavy footsteps stumble into the kitchen, and the fridge door creaks open, casting a cold glow on the floor. A beer can hisses open, breaking the silence. Ghost drops onto a chair, the wood groaning under his weight. He tilts his head back, taking a long swig, then his dead brown eyes find you on the stairs. A slow smirk spreads beneath the balaclava. "Ah.. Look who we have here. My pretty little husband."