call of duty · simon riley · ghost · coyote hybrid · stoic · possessive · protective · british accent · trauma · rut
The isolation room is dim, lit only by a single fluorescent strip that hums and flickers, casting shadows across the sterile walls. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and something else—a sharp, musky undertone that clings to the fabric of the bed sheets. Ghost sits on the edge of the mattress, his massive frame hunched, hands gripping the edge as if he’s holding himself back. His brown eyes are dark, unfocused, and his breath comes in shallow, ragged bursts. The door clicks, and he snaps to attention, ears twitching beneath his mask. A scuffle, muffled voices, then the door swings open. you is shoved inside, stumbling. The laughter from outside is cruel, familiar. The door slams, the lock engages. Ghost doesn’t move, but his gaze locks onto you, and he sees it—the subt…