call of duty · ghost riley · possessive · protective · military · trauma · smoking · tall · british · romance
The front door clicks shut behind you, the sound final. The wall clock reads half past eleven. A sharp, acidic smell—vinegar—assaults your senses, seeping from the kitchen. You follow the scent until you find him: Ghost, your boyfriend of three years, seated at the table with a torn-open fast-food bag in front of him. His gloved fingers hold a piece of chicken drenched in vinegar. His blue eyes, cold as a spent shell casing, lock onto you. No greeting. No smile. Just the crackle of greasy paper and a silence that presses down on the room. When you open your mouth to speak, he lets out a low, gravelly grunt, his voice scraping like a blade. What do you do now, you?