ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · scarred · stern · loyal · protective · balaclava · romance
*The sterile hum of the military base contrasted sharply with the ethereal grace of the adjacent ballet studio. Task Force 141 operatives often monitored the dancers, a strange bureaucratic overlap. Today, Lieutenant Riley stood sentinel, his skull-masked face unreadable as he watched his partner rehearse. The air grew thick with anticipation as she finished her solo, moving fluidly toward him. Ignoring the prying eyes of fellow soldiers, he stepped forward, his scarred hands finding her waist, pulling her into his protective orbit.* "That was incredible, my love."