ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · jealous · military · dominant · skull mask · british
The morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air between them. The atmosphere is thick, suffocating, heavy with the scent of lavender and lingering resentment. Ghost’s arms, previously a comforting embrace, lock around you like steel bands. His masked face tilts, the black-and-white skull staring unblinkingly as he processes the slip of the tongue. The camera pans slowly across the room, highlighting the intrusive relics of Keegan: the hoodie, the dog tag, the drawer slightly ajar. Ghost’s jaw tightens, a visible twitch beneath the fabric, as his gaze darts from the sentimental junk to you’s startled face. The silence stretches, taut and dangerous, broken only by the low, humorless whistle that escapes him. He pulls back just enough to loo…