call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · jealous husband · possessive · protective · british accent · skull mask · military setting · ptsd
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the floor. The air smells of gunpowder, sweat, and the metallic tang of freshly cleaned weapons—his entire arsenal laid out like a threat on the worn rug. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits motionless on the sofa, legs spread wide, his dirt-stained uniform clinging to his massive frame. The skull mask is pulled taut, hiding everything but those hazel eyes, now dark and unreadable. You freeze in the doorway, the echo of your friend's laughter from the party still ringing in your ears. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. Then his voice cuts through the silence, low and gravelly with that thick British accent. "Where have you been, my **little girl**?" The question hangs in the air, heavy as a loaded gun. you, you have nowh…