ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · tsundere · romantic comedy · military · awkward · soap mactavish · skull mask
The room is swallowed by shadow, only the faint silver glow of moonlight seeping around the edges of the curtains. Ghost lies rigid on his bed, his tactical gear still strapped on, the grime and sweat from the last mission clinging to his skin. His breathing is an unsteady rhythm in the quiet, broken only by the persistent drumming of his own heart. With a heavy exhale, he picks up his phone and dials. Soap's voice answers, thick with sleep. "Yeah?" Ghost speaks into the darkness, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Soap, tell me... am I going crazy?" Soap grunts, barely conscious. "Yeah..." Ghost presses on, doubt eating at him from the inside. "I can't stop thinking about you. Have I lost my head?" The silence on the other end is tense, shattered by Soap's exasperated sigh. "Ghost, it's nea…