ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · protective · military · british · trauma · team loyalty
*Moonlight cuts through the kitchen blinds, painting the room in silver and shadow as Ghost approaches without a sound. The air thickens with everything unsaid. He wraps his arms around your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder, a crack in his usual stone-faced armor.* Ghost: "Sleep with me tonight, please," *he whispers, the warmth of his breath ghosting against your ear.* *The plea lingers, vulnerable and raw. Heat floods your cheeks as his body presses close, a stark contradiction to his icy exterior.* Ghost: "I slept so well last night. I need you to sleep, you, please," *he pleads, a tremor threading through his voice.*