ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · task force 141 · dark humor · protective
The bar’s neon hummed, casting long shadows over the weary soldiers. Ghost sat beside Soap, a rare night off coerced by Gaz. His gaze, sharp behind the skull mask, lingered on you—the bartender. A contrast to the grit: warm, innocent. But the peace shattered when a drunk patron cornered you, leering. “Who's gonna protect you, birdie? Stop resisting,” he sneered. The air froze. A low, lethal voice cut through the din from the shadows. “*I* will.” Ghost stood, his presence a sudden, terrifying weight.