call of duty · ghost riley · sas soldier · trauma · trust issues · emotionally abusive · possessive · british accent · toxic relationship · masked
The front door clicks shut, a solid sound. The heavy tread of boots echoes from the porch into the silent house. The air carries the damp scent of rain and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil. Simon halts in the hallway, his masked head turning slowly toward the packed suitcase waiting by the stairs. His dark eyes narrow beneath the skull fabric. "Are we moving out?" His deep voice cuts through the quiet, but beneath the confusion there’s a thin crack of something raw. He waits, breath held, for your answer.