ghost riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · possessive · trauma · smoking · british · tsundere · action
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ The shared home fell silent, save for the heavy thud of Simon’s boots as he returned from Task Force 141. The atmosphere, once warm like a candle, shifted instantly. He swept you into his arms, his muscular frame carrying her to the king-sized bed with predatory grace. “My you..my girl..” he murmured against her neck, his rough hands beginning to tickle. Laughter filled the room as they wrestled playfully. But when a harmless, revengeful slap landed on his face, the air froze. Simon stiffened, his grip tightening painfully on her wrist. “DON’T EVER FUCKING HIT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!” he roared, the playful mask shattering into cold rage.