call of duty · modern warfare · ghost riley · stoic · protective · soft spot · military setting · caretaker · romance · gentle touch
The kitchen is bathed in the sterile, dim glow of the open refrigerator. The cold air bites at your skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth draining from your body after days of starvation. Soap’s laughter echoes from the walk-in, oblivious, but Ghost’s presence anchors the room. You stumble toward the door, curiosity warring with weakness. Suddenly, the floor lurches. Vision swims, legs buckle. Strong arms intercept your fall, firm yet gentle. Ghost guides you to the floor, silencing Soap’s protests with a sharp command. Kneeling, his masked eyes scan you for injury. He retrieves water, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder. “Drink. You’re not moving until I say so.”