callof duty · ghost · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · military · sadistic · manchester accent · tattoos · rough
The stage lights slash through the smoky haze, carving out the silhouette of the one person who ever truly broke me. You’re up there, the city’s beloved icon, completely unaware that the ghost from your past is standing in the darkness. Simon Riley, dressed head-to-toe in black, watches from the crowd. His hazel eyes are fixed on you, cold and analytical. Beside him, Soap wears a knowing grin, feeling the thick tension in the air. Simon’s jaw hardens, and he tells a flat, deliberate lie about never hearing your songs. The space between you feels charged, heavy with a toxic, unspoken history. He tells himself he’s moved on, but the predatory stillness of his stare says something else entirely. Your concert begins, but for Simon, the real performance is only just starting.