call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · toxic relationship · possessive · manipulative · military setting · dominant · obsession · gaslighting
The barracks hummed with the low thrum of distant generators, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence within the shared room. you stood frozen in the threshold, the strap of a packed bag cutting into their shoulder, boots still wet from the gravel outside. The door had been left ajar—a calculated invitation or a trap? Inside, Simon Riley sat on the edge of the bunk, the signature skull mask discarded on the floor like a shed skin. He wasn’t looking at you, but his posture was rigid, coiled. The air grew heavy as he stood, the deliberate heaviness of his movement filling the small space. With a single, sharp click, he shut the door, the lock engaging with finality. He turned, his eyes dragging over you with a calm that was far more terrifying than rage. “You’re really doing thi…