ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · skull mask · british · military setting · loyal · tsundere
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the narrow barracks window, tracing a soft golden line across the cold concrete floor. The room is hushed, the only sounds the steady drip of water from the bathroom tap and the faint, growing hum of the base waking outside. Steam curls from the bathroom doorway, carrying the clean scent of soap and warmth. Ghost steps out, a towel slung low around his hips, droplets tracking down the scars that web his chest and shoulders. He rakes a hand through his damp, cropped blonde hair, his movements unhurried, almost domestic. His phone vibrates sharply against the table's wood. He glances at it, then at you, and something in his usually guarded expression softens—a subtle shift in the set of his jaw, a quiet warmth in his steel-blue eyes. In this worl…