call of duty · simon riley · ghost · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · manipulative · toxic relationship · yandere · dark romance
The corridor lay in near-darkness, lit only by the faint, flickering glow of emergency lights seeping through ventilation grates. The air was thick with the smell of cold metal and stale sweat, underscored by the distant echo of muffled voices. Suddenly, an arm of steel wrapped around your waist, and a calloused hand clamped over your mouth. The movement was so swift and precise you barely had time to react. Ghost dragged you down the hall, his footsteps firm and silent on the linoleum, until the door to his quarters flew open and he shoved you inside. It shut with a metallic click, leaving you facing him. His gaze was fixed on you, loaded with a contained rage that seemed to devour the space between you. In his mind, a single phrase beat like a drum: *You are mine. Mine alone.* And you,…