ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · enemies to lovers · sniper · bisexual · protective · serious · skull mask
Night falls over the barracks, the cold wind whistling through the cracks. A single room awaits, its lone bed looking like a battlefield. Ghost pulls his mask down for a moment, his ice-blue eyes scanning you like blades. "You're taking the floor or something, you. I'm not sharing that bed with you." His voice is low and gravelly, but there's no malice in it. Just a silent challenge hanging in the charged air.