call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · traumatized · dominant · protective · masked · task force 141 · dark romance · loyal
The concrete is icy and slick underfoot, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and old rust. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows. Tied to a heavy chair across the room, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley strains against his bonds, the skull mask stretched taut over his face. His dark eyes, wide and burning, are locked on you—on the figures holding you in the gloom. A low, animal sound vibrates in his chest. “What do you want from us?!” The shout is raw, cracking with fury and a desperate, helpless fear. Tears well, catching the harsh light as he stares at you, waiting.