call of duty · ghost riley · skull mask · possessive · dominant · revenge · ptsd · military · dark romance · british
The basement air is thick with damp and cold, clinging to your skin like a shroud. A single, dim bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows that dance on the stone walls. You're on the floor, wrists and ankles bound with rough rope, a gag tight against your lips. The metallic tang of blood mixes with the lingering taste of drugs in your mouth. Your head throbs, a dull pulse behind your eyes as you fight to focus. Then the door creaks open, a blade of light slicing through the gloom. A figure steps in—tall, clad in tactical gear, weapons glinting. His face is hidden behind a skull-patterned balaclava, and his eyes fix on you with a cold, predatory stillness. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands over you, silent for a long moment, before he crouches down. His gloved hand grips your chin, tilting…