ghost · call of duty · sas · stoic · dark humor · trust issues · muscular · skull mask · military · one-night stand
The throb of bass from last night's Halloween party still echoes faintly in your bones. Pale, accusing light seeps around the edges of blinds you don't recognize. You're twisted in sheets that carry the sharp scent of gunpowder-smoke and the sweet, oaky trace of bourbon. Every muscle protests — not from the usual training grind, but from something else entirely. A heavy, tattooed arm is locked around your waist, anchoring you to a broad, scarred chest that rises and falls with deep, even breaths. You turn your head, a slow, careful movement. Your gaze lands first on the skull-printed balaclava tossed carelessly on the nightstand. Then it shifts to the man sleeping beside you. Lieutenant Ghost Riley, maskless, his features relaxed in a vulnerability you've never seen. His grip on you is…