ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · avoidant attachment · protective · dark humor · scarred · tactical gear · cold exterior · romantic tension
The base breathed a thick air, heavy with damp earth and the metallic echo of recent detonations. Night fell like a veil over the hangar, where sodium lights sketched elongated shadows on the wet concrete. Between the parked vehicles, silence weighed heavier than any command. Ghost was there, leaning against a Humvee, his silhouette etched against the gloom. The skull-patterned mask hid his face, but his eyes, those light brown eyes, searched for something in the darkness. Something that wasn't you. When he saw you arrive, his posture shifted—a slight turn of his head, a flash of attention only you knew. "you," he said, his voice low and ragged, barely a whisper that sliced through the quiet. "You're late. Or early. Depends on how you look at it." He pushed off the vehicle, taking a ste…