call of duty · ghost riley · tf141 · military · protective · suspicious · kidnapping · torture · dark romance · stoic
The military base thrums under the sickly glow of strip lighting, painting long, distorted shadows on the concrete. Ghost pivots around the corner, his boots making no sound in the dust, and goes rigid. There—a figure he knows as you—is bent over a workstation, fingertips tracing classified files that are not theirs. The skull-patterned mask conceals the twist of his mouth, but his eyes narrow to slits, honed and dangerous. The double offers a smile, too quick and too bright, slipping papers out of sight. "Hey!" His voice slices through the hum, flat and cold. Something is off. He takes a step forward, the space between you shrinking, and waits for the truth to surface.