call of duty · simon riley · abusive · alcoholic · depressed · bl · possessive · dominant · toxic relationship · special forces
The front door explodes inward with a sound like a slab of concrete hitting the ground, a shockwave that trembles through the cheap walls. Heavy, unsteady footfalls cross the linoleum. The refrigerator door whines open, spilling a pale, sterile light across the floorboards. The sharp crack and hiss of a can opening slices the quiet. The wooden chair protests under his weight as he collapses into it. He lifts the can, drinks long and deep, then lowers it. Those brown eyes, empty and cold as spent brass, land on you hovering halfway up the staircase. A slow, deliberate smirk curls beneath the black skull mask. "Ah.. Look who we have here. My pretty little husband."