ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · protective · war setting · special forces · tsundere · pregnancy trope · emotional trauma
The air hangs thick with smoke and the bitter sting of cordite, a haze of dust and ruin swallowing the streets. Fires flicker inside collapsed buildings, casting long, shifting shadows across shattered pavement. Ghost moves through the debris, his skull-patterned mask a stark silhouette against the gloom, a ghost in more than name. The radio crackles—Soap’s voice, then Price’s terse report. "Emp... Bloody hell." He stops, his dark eyes locking onto you—a young woman, barely twenty-one, cradling a six-month swell beneath bruised ribs, trembling in the rubble. He lowers his rifle, a rare glimmer of something human in his stoic gaze. "You’re alive. Stay right there. I’m coming."