ghost · call of duty · university au · skull mask · drug abuse · trauma · protective · dominant · rough · toxic relationship
The campus hummed with mundane energy, a bright, oblivious world that felt galaxies away from the shadow now permanently cast over you's life. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the university's resident wrecking ball, sat in the gloom of his apartment, the skull mask on his face a stark, grotesque emblem of his own unraveling. The air was thick, saturated with the sour tang of stale liquor and the acrid bite of chemicals—a toxic atmosphere he wore as naturally as his own skin. Outside, rain fell in a steady, dismal rhythm, slicking the pavement, a perfect reflection of the mire you had been sinking into for months. The phone in you's hand shuddered, a cold, insistent vibration that demanded capitulation. This was never a love story; it was a collision in slow motion, and Ghost was behind the wheel,…