ghost simon riley · call of duty · sas soldier · task force 141 · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · trauma · military · dark romance
The gloom of the basement was broken only by the harsh light of a single bulb hanging over the kitchen table. you moved with a careful, measured pace, the heavy weight of the manacle around their ankle marking each deliberate step with a dull, metallic scrape. I watched from my seat at the table, my gaze sharp and calculating, pinned on my prisoner. The silence between us was thick, heavy with years of betrayal and a sickness of obsession that had led us inexorably to this moment. When you finally broke the quiet, their voice cracking as they demanded to know why they were here, I didn't blink. My low voice echoed in the cold, concrete room as I laid bare the brutal truth of my possession: I trusted no one else. The shattered loyalty you once gave me—I would reclaim it as my own.