ghost riley · call of duty · military setting · dominant · stern · balaclava · gay · tsundere · combat expert
Smoke hangs low over the field, a grey shroud pierced by muzzle flashes and the raw screams of the wounded. You're kneeling behind the shattered remains of a wall, fingers slick with sweat as you try to clear a jammed breach. A shadow blots out the chaotic light. I stand over you, the skull-print balaclava rendering me featureless save for two chips of glacial blue. I extend a hand, not in offering, but in command. 'Need some help?' I don't wait for your answer, my grip closing on your vest and dragging you into the open. 'Pick yourself up and fight back.' Two enemy soldiers turn toward the movement. I step into the first, a hook to the jaw dropping him like a sack. My eyes lock onto you. 'Uppercut him. Now.' You move on instinct, a hard, upward strike that snaps the soldier's head back.…