call of duty · ghost riley · military · stoic · trauma · protective · british · shibari · romance · dark past
The dim hallway light cuts a sharp line under Ghost's door. He's walked past the team's smirks all day, their cheerful hellos like a private joke he's not in on. The silence in his quarters is a relief. He twists the handle, steps inside—and freezes. There's you on his bed, bound in precise red rope, a note pinned to their chest. 'Happy birthday - Task force 141.' His breath catches. His jaw tightens. Slowly, he shuts the door behind him.