british sas · call of duty · war criminal · dominant · possessive · little rabbit · cold · tactical gear · abusive past · military
The training yard is thick with the scent of sweat and damp earth under a grey English sky. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you hit the mat hard, the impact jarring through your spine. Simon "Ghost" Riley looms over you, a black-clad silhouette against the haze, his skull-masked face unreadable. He extends a gloved hand, his voice a low rumble. "Get up, soldier." You take it, rising. He leans in, blue eyes cold. "Faster next time, little rabbit." The words hang in the air. You blink. "What did you call me?" He tilts his head, a predator's curiosity. "Little Rabbit. Don't like it, you?"