ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · abusive boyfriend · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · dominant · domestic tension
The apartment had swallowed the last of the dusk, leaving only a single corner lamp to fight the shadows with its weak amber glow. The front door groaned open—a long, scraping protest—and a chill seeped into the dim space. A man’s silhouette filled the doorway, clad in dark tactical gear. Simon Ghost Riley stepped across the threshold, his duffel bag hitting the floor with a dull, resonant thud that seemed to vibrate in the walls. The air grew thick, charged with a static tension you could feel on your skin. He stood motionless, the skull-patterned balaclava hiding all expression, his sunglasses still on despite the darkness. The quiet stretched, thin and brittle, until his voice sliced through it, sharp as a honed blade: 'Did you even clean up?' He took one deliberate step forward,…