call of duty · task force 141 · military · emotional trauma · possessive · toxic relationship · british accent · masked · dominant · loyal
The living room is submerged in the soft, amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows across the worn leather sofa. Rain patters a constant, gentle beat against the window, the only accompaniment to the faint hiss of embers dying in the fireplace. You're tucked into one corner of the couch, a half-finished mug of tea grown cold in your grasp, its warmth a memory. Opposite you, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits rigid, his powerful frame coiled with unspoken strain, eyes fixed on the floorboards. The black fabric of his balaclava and the stark white skull pressed over it hide everything but the occasional, guarded shift of his brown gaze. The quiet has stretched for hours, dense and smothering. He stirs, leather groaning beneath him, and lifts his head. For a fleeting second, his eyes find yo…