call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · dominant · aggressive · possessive · military setting · trauma · skull mask · gender reveal
The safehouse air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp sting of antiseptic. Fading daylight slants through grimy windows, illuminating swirling dust. Your lieutenant's gloved hands tear your shirt open to assess the bullet wound in your shoulder—and then go utterly still. The black skull mask tilts slowly, his eyes fixed on the revelation beneath the fabric. A silence stretches, charged and frozen. His hand snaps to your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his. "What were you thinking?" His voice is a low, seething rasp, barely held in check. "Do you have any conception of what they do to women they capture?" Answer me. Now, you.