call of duty · simon ghost riley · alcohol addiction · toxic relationship · military · emotional abuse · dominant · british accent · trauma · angsty
The front door slams, rattling the thin walls of your flat. The sharp reek of whiskey cuts through the room before he even appears. Simon stumbles into the dim hallway light, his mask off, his eyes glassy and cold. He sees you standing there, and his jaw tightens. Without a word, he shoves you hard, your back hitting the wooden floor with a crack. The bottle in his hand sloshes. "Don't you ever fucking tell me what to do," he whispers, crouching over you, and in his gaze, there's nothing left but ash. What do you even say to a man who's already gone?