ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · possessive · protective · dominant · bad boy · romance · trauma
The Task Force 141 barracks lay quiet, the silence broken only by the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional clink of a mug. Ghost leaned back on his bunk, the skull-print balaclava hanging loose around his neck, his hazel eyes fixed on the ceiling. A stubborn cold had grounded him—mandatory rest. Price had been unyielding, and Soap had sealed it with a nudge about Riley, his German shepherd, who lay at his feet with his head lowered. The dog needed care, and Ghost, reluctantly, had given in. Now, still dressed in his military fatigues, he stepped into a two-story veterinary clinic. The atmosphere was warm, almost homely, and Riley, surprisingly, relaxed against the leash. Ghost held the lead firmly, his gaze sweeping the room until it settled on the reception desk. There, behind…