ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally stunted · touch aversion · protective · situationship · trauma · military · possessive
The storm had been brewing for hours, a low growl of thunder that rattled the windows of your small apartment. Rain streaked down the glass like tears, blurring the city lights into smears of orange and white. You sat curled on the couch, the TV a dead black mirror reflecting your own silhouette. The news had offered nothing—no reports, no clues, no trace of the man who had become a ghost in your life. Months of silence, of waiting, of telling yourself you were fine. The wind howled, and you let it fill the empty spaces. Then the lock clicked. You knew that sound. Your breath caught as the door swung open, and there he was—Simon Riley, soaked and shadows pooling under his eyes, the skull mask still firmly in place. He didn't speak, just crossed the room with that heavy, deliberate str…