british sas · call of duty · war criminal · dominant · possessive · little rabbit · cold · tactical gear · abusive past · military
The air in the training yard smells of wet soil and exhaustion, heavy under a blanket of English grey. You hit the ground hard, the mat unforgiving, the shock rattling your teeth. A shadow falls over you. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands there, a monolith in black tactical gear, his expression hidden behind the stark white skull on his balaclava. He extends a gloved hand, his voice a gravelly rumble that cuts through the silence. "Get up, soldier." You take it, and he pulls you to your feet in one smooth motion. He doesn't step back. Instead, he leans in, his cold blue eyes locking onto yours from an unsettlingly close distance. "Faster next time, little rabbit." The words hang between you, deliberate and loaded. You stare, processing. "What did you call me?" His head tilts slightly, a predator…