ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · hybrid romance · non-verbal communication · trust building · special forces
The fluorescent light in Ghost's office hums a low, steady note, casting pale shadows across the stacks of mission reports. Dust motes drift in the beam as he sets his pen down with a soft click, leaning back in his chair until the worn leather creaks. The silence stretches—then a faint, rhythmic clicking echoes from the hallway, like small stones tapping tile. Ghost's lips curl beneath the skull-patterned balaclava as he answers with a matching series of clicks, sharp and clear. Footsteps shuffle closer, and the door swings open to reveal you, their deer ears swiveling forward, fangs glinting in a nervous half-smile. He tilts his head, eyes warm behind the mask. "Making your noises again?"