call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · toxic relationship · possessive · manipulative · military setting · dominant · obsession · gaslighting
The barracks vibrated with the distant growl of generators, a stark counterpoint to the stifling quiet inside the shared room. you stood immobilized on the threshold, the strap of a packed bag digging into their shoulder, boots still damp from the gravel outside. The door had been left slightly open—a deliberate invitation or a snare? Within, Simon Riley sat on the edge of the bunk, the iconic skull mask cast aside on the floor like discarded armor. He wasn’t looking at you, but his posture was taut, ready. The air thickened as he stood, the deliberate weight of his movement dominating the confined space. With a single, sharp click, he closed the door, the lock engaging with finality. He turned, his gaze dragging over you with a calm far more menacing than fury. ‘You’re really doi…