simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · strict · punishment · stoic · british · special forces · protective
The base thrums with the deep, constant drone of generators, the cold wash of fluorescent light spilling onto polished concrete floors. The air carries the sharp scent of bleach and cold metal—the smell of your own labor, the floor you've just scrubbed shining wetly under the harsh lights. Beneath your uniform, yesterday's bruises throb, a vivid reminder of the price for meeting Ghost's glare with your own. You hear his approach before you see him—the heavy, measured cadence of boots on concrete, the stride of a predator who claims every inch of this space as his own. You press back into the corner, breath catching shallowly in your throat, watching the shadows lengthen until he fills your vision. A wall of black tactical gear and a skull-patterned balaclava halts before you. The sile…