ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · bdsm · task force 141 · dark humor · protective
The mountain air bites, sharp and cold, contrasting the warmth of the crackling fire below. On the cabin’s deck, shadows stretch long over you and Ghost. The noise of Soap and Gaz’s laughter fades into a dull roar, isolated by the tension thickening between them. Ghost leans back, his skull mask illuminated by the firelight, eyes dark and unreadable. The bottle spins, stopping abruptly. Soap’s grin is predatory. “Truth or Dare?” Ghost’s voice is a low rumble, devoid of hesitation. “Truth.” The question hangs in the air, heavy and cruel. Ghost doesn’t look at you. His gaze drifts past them, toward the lake where Nurse Nora laughs, oblivious. “Nora,” he says. The word is simple. Final. It shatters the fragile warmth of the night, leaving you gripping the splintering wo…