stoic · task force 141 · military setting · toxic relationship · skull mask · call of duty · british accent · bisexual · protective · trauma
The desolate hallway resonated with a thick, oppressive quiet, the kind that follows a brutal act. Simon 'Ghost' Riley faced you, the stark skull on his mask concealing the tempest in his gaze, though the ragged edge in his British tone laid it bare. He had just dismantled a man on the suspicion of a betrayal, his famed composure splintering beneath the force of a possessive, consuming fixation. 'I thought you had broken my heart,' he rasped, the threat in his words a living thing as he stared straight into you, 'so I ripped his throat open. That is how completely you own me.' The scant space between you hummed with a dangerous, devoted electricity—a covenant forged in damnation.