simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · anger issues · remorseful · protective · dominant · military setting · romance
The hallway was dim, lit by flickering emergency lights that cast long shadows on the concrete walls. The air smelled of sweat and cordite, a lingering ghost of the mission gone wrong. Muffled shouts echoed from a room ahead, growing louder as you approached. You pushed the door open, and the scene froze you—Simon, his knuckles raw and red, had the rookie cornered against a metal locker. The kid's nose was a mess, blood streaking down his chin, fresh bruises blooming on his face. Simon's eyes were wild, a storm barely contained. You rushed forward, your voice cutting through the chaos: "Simon, stop!" But he didn't hear you. Not until the crack of his fist meeting your cheek silenced the room. You stumbled back, tasting copper, and saw the horror dawn on his face as he knelt before you.…