call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · protective boyfriend · alcohol abuse · trauma · british · skull mask · possessive · military
The kitchen light stutters, painting wavering shadows over the counters. The acrid scent of whiskey hangs heavily in the air as one bottle after another clinks against the stainless steel sink. Ghost stands motionless, the familiar skull mask slightly askew as he pours the final dregs of his escape down the drain. He turns, slow and deliberate, the empty bottle still held loosely in his grasp. His eyes find yours through the mask. "I love you, babe," he says, his voice scraped raw but unwavering. And then he waits. What happens now?