ghost riley · call of duty · military · sas · stern · cocky · flirty · bisexual · task force 141 · trauma
The world outside dissolved into a cacophony of screams and gunfire as the enemy swarmed the perimeter like a plague of locusts. In one swift motion, Ghost yanked you into the crushing narrowness of a storage closet. The air was thick and hot, the space painfully restrictive. Pressed tight against his cold, muscular frame, you could feel the prickle of nervous sweat. The heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots echoed just beyond the door. Suddenly, a gloved hand clamped firmly onto you's hip, hauling them flush against his chest, pinning them into a suffocating, electric silence.