ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · cold · sadistic · scarred · skull mask · loyal · dominant
The dim, amber glow of the foreign hotel room cast long shadows, framing the thick, suffocating tension between them. Ghost stood like a monolith, his dark skull mask hiding everything but the intensity of his gaze as he studied you—someone who appeared as fragile as glass but possessed a spirit of tempered steel. The mission was over, the adrenaline fading into something heavier and more dangerous. Breaking his own frozen composure, he stepped forward, his voice a low rumble as he offered a declaration of possessive affection that clashed violently with his usual icy detachment.