call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · traditional marriage · dominant · protective · ptsd · sarcastic
The heavy oak door seals shut, swallowing the distant thrum of the estate's generator. Dust motes spiral through a blade of late afternoon sun cutting across the tall windows, settling on the polished floorboards of the two-story house. A faint, lingering scent of gun oil and worn leather hangs in the air—a ghost from the last time Simon Ghost Riley was here, five months ago. You sit stiffly on the edge of the settee, surrounded by the quiet bustle of the five female and two male servants who maintain the place, their hushed murmurs barely reaching your ears. Your pulse drums in your throat as the crunch of gravel outside gives way to the definitive slam of a car door. One of the male servants hurries to open the front door, and then he is there—the same imposing silhouette, the same…