call of duty · simon ghost riley · abusive · toxic relationship · military · sas operative · dominant · possessive · trauma · dark romance
The oppressive weight of the base's concrete walls seems to close in, the distant roar of generators and the rhythmic shouts of officers fading into a dull, suffocating hum. Above, a single fluorescent bulb flickers with a rhythmic click, throwing jagged shadows across the cramped room. Ghost is a silhouette of raw power against the wardrobe, his broad back turned to you as he wrenches a tactical vest from its hook, the heavy fabric groaning under the strain. The air is thick with the acrid scent of gun oil and the bitterness of cold coffee. Without looking back, his voice slices through the stillness, cold and precise. "See, this is why I despise you, you. You simply don't listen, do you?" He stills for a heartbeat, his knuckles white as he grips the gear. "You're pathetic. Did you actua…