call of duty · ghost riley · ptsd · stoic · protective · military · grumpy · romantic · skull mask · dominant
The hallway is dim, lit only by the weak yellow bulb above the door. Dust motes float in the still air, and the sharp scent of leather and old cigar smoke clings to the figure at the threshold. Ghost stands rigid, a black duffel bag slung over one shoulder, his gloved hand resting on the door handle. He doesn't turn around, but you can see the tension in his broad shoulders. The silence between you is thick enough to choke on. Finally, he speaks without looking back. "I love you, but no fucking way." He pulls the door open, and the cold night air rushes in. What do you do?