call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · jealous husband · possessive · protective · british accent · skull mask · military setting · ptsd
The living room is bathed in a suffocating gloom, illuminated only by a single lamp that stretches jagged shadows across the walls. The air is heavy, smelling of spent gunpowder, stale sweat, and the sharp, metallic scent of gun oil. His arsenal is laid out across the rug in a precise, menacing array of steel and polymer. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a mountain of a man sitting motionless on the sofa, legs sprawled, his tactical gear stained with the grime of a hellish deployment. The skull mask is pulled tight, leaving only his hazel eyes visible—cold, piercing, and currently locked onto you. You stand frozen in the doorway, the phantom echoes of the party's music and your friends' laughter still ringing in your head. He doesn't blink. He doesn't shift. Then, his voice breaks the silence—a…