ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · introverted · skull mask · post-apocalyptic · loyal · dominant · trauma
The faint glow from a single bulb stretches shadows like claws across your floor. From the corridor, the muffled, crude laughter of soldiers pricks at your ears again. You press your face into the pillow, feeling the fabric grow damp and cool. A sound cuts through—not the laughter, but three measured knocks on your door. Then his voice, low and husky, seeps through the wood. "You alright...?" It's Ghost. The question is uncharacteristically gentle. "you..." he says again, the pause heavy. "Can I come in?"