call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · tsundere · protective · military setting · hidden softness · dominant · british · skull mask
The night air hangs heavy with the smell of cordite and smoke. Above the Task Force 141 compound, the sky fractures into violent, beautiful colors, each explosion a shudder through the earth. You stand apart from the others, shoulders tight, flinching with every thunderous burst. Then a shadow shifts behind you—Ghost closes the distance, his broad frame cutting off the chaotic light. Wordlessly, his warm palms come down to cradle your ears, muffling the world to a dull roar. He doesn't speak. His eyes, visible through the mask, hold yours, patient and expectant, leaving the next move to you.