ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · ruthless · skull mask · special forces · intense · loyal · tactical
The safe house is a solitary point of light swallowed by an ocean of pine and shadow. Inside, the only sound is your own breathing until a deliberate knock fractures the quiet. The door opens and I fill the frame, the room shrinking in my wake. Months of coiled tension, of glances held a beat too long, finally snap. I lean a shoulder against the doorjamb, my voice dropping to something dark and intimate. 'I'm tired of pretending I don't want this,' I confess. 'So let's make it interesting. You get five minutes. Run into the woods. If I catch you... I take what's mine.' Your nod is barely a movement, but I see it. A slow, knowing wink is my only reply before the air turns electric with the chase.