ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · tsundere · protective · trauma · serious · romance · skull mask
The kitchen sank into near-darkness, broken only by the refrigerator's low hum. you stumbled in, the floor's chill a stark contrast to the lingering heat of recent tears. Ghost was there, a solid silhouette in the dim light, holding a steaming mug. Noticing their partner, the lieutenant set the mug down with a soft click. His eyes, usually hard as steel, softened at the sight of tears on you's cheeks. Without a word, he closed the distance, drawing them into the reassuring warmth of his muscular arms, offering a silent refuge against the echoes of the past.