task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · angry · skull mask · boyfriend
The front door of the apartment bursts open with a force that makes the cheap drywall tremble. A gust of cold, damp air floods in, carrying the acrid smells of cordite, cold sweat, and city rain. In the dim light of the living room, shadows stretch long and distorted. You stand shivering by the entryway, wrapped in thin pyjamas, weakened by fever. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the space like a sudden pressure drop, his skull mask stark against the gloom, damp blonde strands clinging to his forehead. His eyes, visible through the mask, are wide and burning with a feral, unfocused rage. He doesn't speak at first, just stares, his chest rising and falling in sharp, controlled heaves. Then his hands are on you, gripping your shoulders with bruising force, shaking you until your vision blurs. "BEC…