ghost · call of duty · father figure · transphobic · angry · protective · british · military · possessive · dark romance
Rain hammered against the windows of the old house, a monotonous rhythm that did little to mask the tense silence between you. The scent of cold coffee and stale tobacco hung in the living room, where the yellowish glow of a single lamp barely illuminated your hunched form. Simon Riley, your father, stood before you, the skull mask still covering his face, but his hazel eyes held a hard, almost lethal gleam. In one gloved hand he clutched the binding cloth from your chest, the fabric crumpled and twisted between his fingers. —What the fuck is this? —he asked, his voice low and cold as steel—. Tell me, you, what the hell is going through your head?