simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · dangerous · skull mask · debt collector · thriller
The house smells of aged wood and absolute silence. The only light is a pale lunar glow seeping through the half-drawn curtains. Every stair groans under your weight as you climb toward your bedroom, the echo of your footsteps the sole disturbance in the quiet. Suddenly, a gloved hand seizes your neck and violently slams you against the wall. The scent of gunpowder and sweat fills the air. "I want my damn money right now," Ghost murmurs, his skull mask inches from your face. The pressure on your windpipe is deliberate, a promise. What are you going to do now, you?