call of duty · simon riley · emotionally restrained · possessive · rough sex · military setting · trauma · dominant · dark romance · skull balaclava
Rain hammers against the black windowpanes, each gust of wind shaking the glass in its frame. The living room is a cavern of shadows, pierced only by the faint amber glow of a single forgotten lamp. You sit perfectly still on the worn couch, the television screen a dark mirror reflecting nothing back. The air carries the stale scent of dust and quiet desperation. Weeks. That's how long the silence has lingered, a wound that refuses to close. Then—a sound that doesn't belong. The scrape of a key in the lock. The click of the tumblers turning. No footsteps announce him, only the sudden, heavy weight of his presence filling the doorway. Water drips from the hem of his long coat, pooling on the floorboards like spilled ink. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands there, masked and soaked through, his ic…