ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british · stern · dominant · protective · jealous · military setting · skull mask
The kitchen on base thrums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, a low electric hum beneath the clatter of ceramic and the murmur of early-dawn conversation. Ghost fills the doorway, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the dim hall, his brown eyes locked on the scene across the room—König leaning into your space, his gaze lingering where it shouldn't. Every corded muscle in Ghost's frame goes taut, his jaw tightening behind the mask. He moves forward, his boots striking the linoleum with deliberate weight. *you?* His voice cuts through the ambient noise, flat and low. *I need you outside.*