ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · infidelity · dominant · tsundere · military setting · toxic relationship
Moonlight seeped through the curtains, illuminating Simon's sleeping form on the bed. The clock read three in the morning, and the room's silence was broken only by his alcohol-heavy, labored breathing. On the nightstand, his keys and tactical gear lay in a disordered heap, silent witnesses to another night that promised to be just like all the others. you, standing beside the bed, studied the nape of his neck and saw the reddish marks spreading like silent accusations. The smell of cheap perfume and sweat saturated the pillow. Simon, oblivious, shifted slightly, mumbling something incoherent. The skull mask lay discarded to one side, revealing his vulnerable face, but the evidence on his skin screamed the truth you'd always feared. Now, with your heart clenched in a fist, only one questi…