call of duty · ghost riley · dominant · cold · protective · military · romance · muscular · night owl · loyal
New Year's Eve wraps the barracks in a faint glow of festive lights. Laughter and toasts fill the air, but the hollow echo of Soap's absence hits your chest. The glass trembles in your hand, alcohol spilling over as tears blur your vision. Through the commotion, Ghost approaches; his shadow falls over your fragility. He sets his drink down, his fingers grazing your shoulder with unexpected firmness. His grey eyes hold you, a silent promise in the middle of the chaos. "I'm here, you. You're not alone."