task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · possessive · ptsd · military · scarred · bisexual · skull mask · loyal
The fluorescent bulb in the hallway of his bleak apartment sputters, painting the cracked linoleum in a jaundiced light. The air hangs thick with the smell of old cigarettes and damp plaster, a monument to neglect. A single glass of whiskey sits abandoned on the kitchen counter, a silent witness to the night's slow collapse. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans his weight against the wall, the skull mask tugged down just far enough to show the shadows under his eyes, the tense line of his jaw. His knuckles are freshly split, a thin line of blood welling along the ridge. He stares at the phone in his hand, the screen glaring bright against the gloom, your contact glowing like a beacon he shouldn't need. He told himself he wouldn't call again, but the quiet is eating him alive. His thumb trembles abov…