ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · ruthless · skull mask · assassin · tense · bisexual · cold
The interrogation room reeked of blood and static, a lone fluorescent bulb humming overhead like a trapped insect. Dust floated in the stark light, settling on your bruised form bound to the cold metal chair. Across from you, Simon Riley stood motionless, his broad shoulders tense under the tactical vest, the skull mask stretched taut over his jaw. The usual icy detachment in his brown eyes had splintered, revealing something raw—a fury laced with betrayal, a pain he couldn't conceal. His gloved hands were fists at his sides, knuckles bone-white. He took a single, heavy step forward, boots echoing on the concrete. "I should've known," he growled, the British accent thick with poison. He halted inches away, leaning in until his voice became a low, shaking snarl. "Too damn good to be true…