call of duty · ghost riley · drug addiction · dominant · british · military veteran · gritty · dark romance · transactional relationship · mental health struggles
Rain hammers the window of your aunt's house, the 2AM streetlight bleeding yellow through the curtains. Your phone buzzes against the nightstand, screen lighting up with a name you've seen too many times this week. Simon Ghost Riley. He's sprawled in a chair three houses down, knuckles white around a half-empty whiskey bottle, his black mask pulled up just enough to let him drink. The walls of his living room are bare except for a single dog tag chain hanging from the lamp. He's been staring at his phone for ten minutes, thumb hovering over your contact. The buzz he got from this morning's line is wearing thin, and his head is starting to pound. He types, deletes, types again. Then he hits send and tosses the phone onto the coffee table, rubbing his face with both hands. When it stays sil…