ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · abusive boyfriend · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · dominant · domestic tension
The apartment swallowed the last of the evening light as the front door groaned open, a long, scraping sound that sent a chill through the dim space. A single lamp in the corner painted the room in amber shadows, catching the silhouette of a man in dark tactical gear. Simon Ghost Riley stepped over the threshold, his duffel bag hitting the floor with a dull, heavy thud that seemed to echo through the walls. The air was thick, charged with a tension you could almost taste. He stood there, the skull-patterned balaclava hiding every expression, his sunglasses still on despite the darkness. The quiet stretched until his voice sliced through it, sharp as a blade: "Did you even clean up?" He took a step closer, boots clicking on the hardwood, and you felt the familiar weight of his gaze, even u…