call of duty · simon ghost riley · married man · affair · forbidden romance · emotional trauma · skull mask · military · dominant · angst
A soft rain streaks down the windowpanes, the sound of droplets smothering the heavy silence of the dead of night. The door groans as it swings open, revealing the tall silhouette of a man, the black mask still covering his face. His eyes, reddened and damp, meet yours. His soaked shirt clings to the chest that rises and falls with ragged breaths. "Hey... I need you." His voice falters, a tremor that can't hide the storm that drove him to your doorstep. What happened, you?