ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · masked · tsundere · military · secret relationship · protective · cold exterior · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of rain on asphalt, the distant hum of a generator the only sound in the empty street. A single bulb above the barracks door casts a pool of sickly yellow light, illuminating the figure of you standing rigid, a folded piece of paper trembling in their hand. Ghost steps out of the shadows, the skull-patterned balaclava a stark contrast against the gloom. His boots crunch on gravel as he stops a few feet away, the silence between them heavier than any artillery fire. He knows that paper—the ugly truth scrawled in some drunken bet, now a living wound in your shaking fingers. He clenches his jaw under the mask, his blue eyes fixed on the tear that traces a slow path down your cheek. "you…" he breathes, the word escaping like a ghost of its own. The di…