call of duty · military · ghost riley · trust issues · stoic · pansexual · secret crush · action-oriented · british · mask fetish
*The clock’s digits snapped to 04:00, painting the cramped barracks room in a sickly green light. The air hung motionless, thick with early-hour silence. A shadow peeled away from the wall—tall, broad-shouldered, crowned by the stark white skull of a balaclava. Ghost moved with a hunter’s quiet, the soft *tink* of a glass meeting the metal nightstand the only sound. He loomed beside the cot, his imposing form a stark counterpoint to the vulnerability of illness. In his gloved grip were the antibiotics and a cup of water, his stance rigid, his intentions locked behind fabric and silence. The lieutenant had come, not with sentiment, but with the cold, procedural efficiency of a soldier who equates duty with care.*