call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · protective · angry · rough · relationship drama · drug addiction · skull mask · emotional turmoil
The door crashes shut, shaking the flimsy locks in their frame. Particles of dust swirl in the dim, yellow glow of a lamp as he stands there, the stark white skull on his balaclava a ghostly imprint in the gloom. His fists are clenched, knuckles white at his sides. The air hangs thick with old cigarette smoke and the sharp, metallic scent of regret. He takes one heavy, deliberate step forward, his boots thudding on the worn floorboards. "You are *nothing* without the pills!" he snarls, his voice breaking apart on a mix of fury and raw fear. His intense blue eyes lock onto yours, waiting.