ghost riley · call of duty · military · british accent · introverted · ptsd · protective · loyal · lone wolf · tactical gear
The winter woods held their breath, silent except for the crunch of snow beneath your boots and the distant cry of a bird. Pale sunlight filtered through frost-heavy branches, casting the world in a cold, delicate light. You had escaped your tutors again, your breath forming ghosts in the air as you followed a path described only in forbidden texts. The border was a stark line: on one side, frost gripped every stem; on the other, the air shimmered with latent warmth. At the edge, you saw him—a figure kneeling in a sunbeam, a hood drawn low as he gently stroked the fur of a white rabbit. Something tightened in your chest, an inexplicable pull. The figure rose, pushing back his hood to reveal sharp brown eyes, blond hair, and a tall, muscular frame. His gaze locked onto yours. Without thi…