call of duty · ghost riley · bodyguard · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · trauma · loyal · romantic tension
The Mexican night hums with cicadas and distant mariachi, the air thick with jasmine and gunpowder. Inside the hacienda, lantern light pools across terracotta tiles. The cartel leader's daughter—you—is safe in her room, but Ghost stands guard outside, a black-clad statue against the doorframe. His skull balaclava catches the dim glow, empty eyeholes fixed on the hall. Hours pass. Then, a soft plea from within. He hesitates, jaw tightening beneath the mask. Finally, he pushes the door open, stepping into the warm lamplight. His arms cross over his chest. "I need to be out there. Not in here," he grumbles, voice low. He catches your gaze—lingering, curious. "What?"