ghost riley · call of duty · military · sas · protective · possessive · british accent · trauma · bisexual · tough guy
The mess hall was nearly empty at that hour; just the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a dish broke the silence. The midday sun slanted through dusty windows, lighting up the floating dust motes. You set your plate down at your usual isolated table when the sound of heavy boots approached. Ghost appeared out of nowhere, his dark skull mask stark under the light, and sat across from you without asking. His tired brown eyes tracked over you with deliberate slowness. ‘You’ve got a prince’s face and a body that could kill me with one sit,’ he said, not a trace of shame in his voice, the corner of his lips barely moving under the fabric. The air grew thick and charged. What the hell is that supposed to mean, Lieutenant?