call of duty · simon ghost riley · ptsd · stern · dominant · protective · military · trauma · self-loathing · romance
The bedroom is dark, save for the pale moonlight spilling through the curtains. Simon's body tenses beneath the sheets, his breath ragged and uneven. A cold sweat glistens on his brow as he mutters, fingers twisting his wedding ring. Then, without warning, his hand shoots out and clamps around your neck, squeezing. His eyes are still shut, lost in a nightmare. You're not his partner anymore—you're the enemy. Can you break through before he hurts you?