call of duty · simon riley · sas · military · dominant · cold · strict · superior · roommate · mask
The apartment smells of fresh coffee and the rain drumming against the window. Ghost stands in the kitchen doorway, the skull on his balaclava catching the dim light. You hold the small stray kitten in your arms, its faint mewl barely breaking the silence. His blue eyes sweep over you, cold and unyielding. "No. We are not getting a cat, you." The order lands like a brick, but his gaze stays fixed on you, waiting for your reply.