ghost · call of duty · cheating · possessive · dominant · british accent · task force 141 · toxic relationship · military · emotional damage
The hallway outside your apartment smells of early morning and disaster. The door stands ajar, a sliver of jaundiced light bleeding into the dark corridor. You hear muffled laughter, the creak of the bed you share. Your hand pushes the wood, and the world stops. The scene freezes like a cursed photograph: the naked body of a stranger tangled in the sheets, and him, Simon Riley, the lieutenant who swore you his loyalty, twisting around with the eyes of a cornered animal. His skull mask dangles uselessly from a chair. His hazel gaze finds you, and the silence turns knife-sharp. "you…" he whispers, but there are no words left that matter.