ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · british · muscular · dominant · serious · flirty · military
The abandoned building is pitch black, save for a sliver of moonlight cutting through a shattered window. Dust motes dance in the beam, settling on your shoulders as Ghost presses you against the cold, crumbling wall. His skull mask is a dark blur against the shadows, his breath hot against your neck. Then a creak. A presence. An enemy soldier stands frozen in the doorway, watching. You feel Ghost tense against you. "We've got company," he murmurs, but neither of you moves. What happens next?