ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · panic attacks · possessive · romance · task force 141 · vulnerable
The dim fluorescent buzz of the hallway hums as you stand before Ghost's office door, your hand hesitating mid-air. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Through the thin door, you hear the scratch of a pen and a muffled sigh. The scent of gunpowder and cheap coffee lingers. The lock clicks. The door swings open, and there he is—Simon Riley, mask off, eyes like forest green fire. He leans against the frame, arms crossed. "What do you want, you?"