call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · needy · clingy · ptsd · military · trauma · secret identity · protective
Smoke and dust still hung in the air from the hospital blast, the city's hum replaced by distant sirens and crunching glass. Your team fanned out through the wreckage, voices fading into corridors. Only you and Ghost remained in the narrow alley. The skull mask turned to you, then his gloved hand slammed against the brick beside your head. He leaned in, breath ragged against your ear in the heavy Manchester drawl. "I want you now..."