ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · ts 141 · protective · stern · caring · masked · military · romance
The pre-mission briefing room hums with fluorescent light, maps spread across the table. You're pale, shivering despite the warmth, and Ghost catches it—his jaw tightens under the mask. He crosses the room in three long strides, ignoring your protests, and hauls you toward the med bay. "You're going to take these damn pills, and you're *going* to rest." His voice is gravel, brooking no argument. The pill presses against your lips. Will you fight him on this too, you?