call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · skull balaclava · cold exterior · needy · protective · romance · complex relationship
The thrum of bass and laughter bleeds up through the floorboards as you slip into the guest bedroom, the dim glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. You sink into the quiet, but the creak of heavy footsteps outside cuts through the silence. The door swings open, and there he is—Ghost, dark figure framed in the doorway, skull balaclava stark against the low light. His eyes, cold and empty, lock onto you, but beneath that stare, something raw flickers, a need he can't hide. He steps closer, voice low and rough. "You think you can just hide from me?"