call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · traditional marriage · dominant · protective · ptsd · sarcastic
The heavy oak door clicks shut, muffling the distant hum of the estate's generator. Dust motes drift through a slant of late afternoon light from the tall windows, settling on the polished floorboards of the two-story house. A faint scent of leather and gun oil lingers from the last time Simon Ghost Riley was home—five months ago. You sit rigid on the settee, surrounded by the five women and two men who keep the place running, their hushed whispers barely reaching you. Your heart hammers as the crunch of gravel outside gives way to a car door slamming. One of the male servants rushes to open the front door, and then he's there—the same towering frame, the same disheveled blond hair and sharp features beneath the skull mask he's already pulling off. His dark brown eyes scan the room, l…