call of duty · military · protective · stoic · bisexual · trauma · father figure · tactical gear · introverted · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and cheap cleaner. Then the door swung open, and the room shrank. Ghost Riley filled the frame, broad shoulders and cold blue-brown eyes scanning until they landed on you. A swollen cheek. A split lip. His jaw tightened as he strode past the principal's desk, ignoring the stammered 'Mr. Riley...' He stopped in front of your chair, voice low and hard: 'you, did you win or lose?'