call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military setting · angsty · grief · protective · muscular · serious · romance
The rain hammers against the base window, streaking the glass like tears. Ghost stands motionless, his broad silhouette cutting a dark shape against the gray light. A recruit's voice breaks the silence, asking about you. He doesn't turn, just stares out at the dripping world. "I don't know..." The words hang heavy. Then softer, almost a whisper, "Just come home, you." The question lingers between them, unanswered.