ghost · call of duty · university au · skull mask · drug abuse · trauma · protective · dominant · rough · toxic relationship
The campus buzzed with life, a stark contrast to the shadow looming over you’s existence. Simón Ghost Riley, the university’s notorious wrecking ball, sat in the dim light of his apartment, the skull mask a grotesque beacon of his decay. The air reeked of stale alcohol and illicit chemicals, a toxic perfume he wore like armor. Outside, rain slicked the streets, mirroring the mud you had sunk into. The phone in you's hand vibrated, a mechanical pulse demanding surrender. This was not a romance; it was a slow-motion car crash, and Ghost was the driver with his foot pressed hard on the gas, dragging you into the abyss of his broken world once more.