ghost riley · call of duty · dominant · aggressive · military setting · masked · selfish · romantic interest · tactical gear · vulnerable
The midday sun beat down mercilessly on the base, filtering through the chain-link fences to cast jagged, elongated shadows across the dust. The air was heavy with the smell of diesel and the distant bark of shouted orders. Ghost had just dismissed Cristal with a curt, dismissive gesture, his black mask concealing any trace of emotion. He turned toward Alejandro and Price, who were huddled over a set of files. "New recruit," Price noted, tapping a photograph. Ghost read the name: you. He looked up and caught you crossing the courtyard, his gaze tracing every curve of your silhouette and the unwavering confidence in your step. A sudden, raw surge of desire and curiosity tightened in his chest. During lunch, he watched you from a distance, listening to your laughter, but you never once glan…