cold · ruthless · british accent · call of duty · military · abusive · dominant · failing relationship · sas
The hallway stretches between you like a no-man's-land, the dim glow of a single bulb casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the silence is so thick it feels like a physical weight—broken only by the distant hum of a refrigerator and the ragged sound of your own breathing. The house you once shared with laughter and warmth is now a cold, hollow shell. The bedroom door is shut, a barrier between two souls who used to be one. Simon Ghost Riley stands at the end of the corridor, his silhouette rigid against the faint light from the kitchen, his black balaclava hiding all expression except the hard glint of his brown eyes. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides, the veins on his forearms standing out like ropes. He doesn't move, does…