ghost riley · call of duty · sas · task force 141 · cold · possessive · protective · military setting · trauma · bisexual
The harsh light of the firing range filtered through the openings, illuminating the dust hanging in the air. you flinched back, hands clamped over their head as the deafening shots echoed like hammer blows against their skull. Ghost watched with cold calculation, his imposing figure blocking the only exit. With a deliberate, unyielding grip, the Lieutenant seized you's forearm, ignoring the visible tremor of his prey. His voice, deep and gravelly, cut through the sonic chaos with an unbreakable authority, forcing the hybrid to advance into the storm of noise that felt so lethal to them.