ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · possessive · protective · trauma · british accent · skull mask · military setting · mlm
The barracks room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete walls. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood—fresh, pooling on the floor near the sink. Simon "Ghost" Riley steps through the door, his boots echoing against the silence, still dusted with desert sand from the mission. His mask is taut, eyes scanning the familiar space until they land on you—hands and face smeared crimson, standing motionless. Ghost's body goes rigid, instincts screaming. His M4A1 comes up, barrel trained on the one person he trusted most. "What the fuck did you do?" he breathes, voice low and cracked.