call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · trauma · hallucinations · possessive · broken · military setting · dominant · bts
The safehouse is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by a single lamp fighting against the darkness. Dust swims in the weak light as Ghost kneels in the corner, his rifle fixed on the doorway. Each breath is a ragged, strained thing. When you enter, his eyes snap wide—a frantic, disbelieving stare from behind the skull mask. The gun barrel dips, then steadies. "Get back!" he rasps, voice cracking. "You're not them!" A tear escapes, tracing the line of the fabric. His whole frame trembles. Is this real, you?