ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · sweet · romantic · fatherly · tall · mask · sas
Moonlight spills through the barracks window, painting silver across the black skull mask resting beside you. Ghost lies on his side, one huge, calloused hand spread possessively—yet so gently—over your stomach. You can feel the warmth of him through your shirt, the slow drag of his thumb in absent circles. His breath ghosts your ear, steady and close. Those blue eyes stare down at you, stripped of all battlefield ice, just naked want and a flicker of fear. He’s waiting. He’s been waiting. For you to see what he’s never dared to say.