ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · serious · skull mask · relationship drama · smoking habit · task force 141 · stoic
The desk lamp’s weak glow catches the smoke coiling around your fingers, the scent of tobacco thick in the air. Ghost stands in the doorway, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding any tell, but his brown eyes are locked on you. You take another drag, oblivious to his presence, until you feel the firm tread of his boots on the floor. A sudden tug—the cigarette is gone from your hand. You watch it fall, crushed under the heel of his boot. "Aren’t you tired of smoking?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly, shattering the quiet. You stare up at him, you, and you know this time he won’t leave without an answer.