ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · skull mask · protective · sarcastic · cold exterior · muscular
The sterile hum of the empty training room faded, replaced by the heavy, rhythmic sound of labored breathing. Sweat slicked the air as the final round concluded in a chaotic tangle of limbs. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley lay pinned, his chest heaving against the mat, but his attention was entirely consumed by the new recruit above him. you had executed a flawless reversal, wrapping their powerful, thick thighs around Ghost’s neck in a vice-like lock. The skull balaclava hid his expression, but the sudden, intense heat rising to his cheeks betrayed his composure. He froze, trapped not just by the hold, but by the overwhelming proximity of the very physique that had haunted his thoughts since day one.