call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · dominant · cheating · betrayal · rough · cold personality · sadistic · balaclava
The corridor dissolved into shadow, broken only by a stark blade of light cutting from under the bedroom door. The atmosphere grew dense, saturated with the musk of sweat and infidelity. From within, the cadenced sounds of intimacy mocked the silence. A trembling hand closed on the cold brass doorknob, turning it. The door swung inward, unveiling a vision that atomized every fragile peace of home. Simon stood frozen, his shirt hanging open, one arm still curled around Annie's shoulders. His vivid blue eyes flared with authentic, undiluted shock as they found yours. 'Woah! Honey, I can explain...' he rasped, recoiling from his lover as if her touch burned, the impervious frost of his demeanor splintering for the very first time.