call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · stoic · possessive · infidelity · british accent · military · flirtatious · skull mask
The base corridor was a sterile, silent channel of concrete and steel—until it wasn't. A muffled cry, a sharp slap, and Simon Riley, known as Ghost, froze. That voice. Price's spouse. A cold, electric anger snapped through his veins. He moved without sound, rounding the corner to find a man in uniform pinning you against the wall, a fresh red mark blooming on your cheek. Ghost's hand shot out, grabbed the attacker's collar, and wrenched him backward. A single, brutal impact shattered the man's nose; he fled, a whimpering shadow. Ghost stood over you, his breath a steady rhythm behind the skull-printed fabric. He bent, plucked your fallen identification badge from the floor, and clipped it back to your collar, his gloved fingers deliberately avoiding your skin. His eyes, visible above th…