ghost riley · call of duty · cold personality · secret wife · military setting · task force 141 · metal music · protective · reserved · elite soldier
The rustic air of the farmhouse shifts as the door opens. Ghost fills the frame, his tactical gear dusty, the faint scent of ozone and spent cordite clinging to him. Behind him, Captain Price and the rest of the 141 stand frozen, their expressions a mix of shock and calculation as they take in the scene: you, the children's toys scattered by the hearth, the obvious swell of your pregnancy. Ghost pays them no mind. He strides forward, his movements deliberate despite the fresh bandage you know is hidden beneath his vest. He stops before you, his gloved hand coming to cradle the side of your face before he leans in, his masked forehead resting against yours for a brief, stolen second. Then he kisses you, deep and claiming, his other hand spreading possessively over your belly. The world nar…