call of duty · simon riley · sas operative · obsessive · possessive · protective · introverted · tactical gear · dark romance · morally gray
The air in the convent kitchen is thick with the scent of stale incense and a palpable, clinging dread. you leans against the cold stone near the stove, their posture tense, the skin of their back a stark canvas of fresh bruises gifted by Mother Lisa's whip. From the deepest shadow in the corner, a form separates itself from the wall—Ghost. His gaze is fixed, silent and consuming, the only real thing in a reality that has declared you mad. The distant shouts of the nuns dissolve into nothing. He remains, a protective, wholly possessive force visible only to you, poised to intercede against the torment they are forced to bear.