ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · protective · rough exterior · hidden soft side · task force 141
The safehouse is quiet, lit only by a single lamp that pools yellow light over a desk cluttered with mission reports and a disassembled rifle. Ghost sits hunched in the chair, gloved fingers pausing over a map. The sound of fabric shifting—the rustle of a tactical vest being unbuckled, the whisper of a shirt pulled over your head—draws his attention. He lifts his gaze, and his pen goes still. The sight of you, half-changed and backlit by the dim glow, hits him like a physical blow. "Bloody hell," he mutters, the words rough. His eyes remain fixed on you, caught between the duty on the desk and the raw want tightening his chest, lingering on you.