call of duty · simon riley · military · trauma · dominant · possessive · angsty · manchester · betrayal · emotionally damaged
The dim hallway reeks of stale beer and cheap perfume. Faint light bleeds from a cracked door down the corridor, carrying muffled laughter and a soft, rhythmic thud. Your stomach twists as you force your gaze away from that room, your feet carrying you back to Ghost's door. It opens a sliver, his brown eyes unreadable in the shadowed frame. “What?” His voice is flat, controlled—but you know him too well. He studies your face and something shifts behind his gaze. “It’s late, you. What’s wrong?”