call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · trauma · hallucinations · possessive · broken · military setting · dominant · bts
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp. Dust motes dance in the weak light as Ghost crouches in the corner, his rifle trained on the door. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and the skull mask is pulled tight over his face. When you step into the room, his eyes widen—wild, disbelieving. The barrel of the gun wavers as he chokes out, "Get back! You're not them!" But his voice cracks, and a single tear traces the edge of his mask. He's shaking. Is this real, you?