ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · protective · stoic · trauma survivor · british accent · gruff care · task force 141 · bisexual
The neon sign of the bar buzzes faintly behind you as you stumble into the old park, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and stale beer. Streetlights cast long shadows across the empty playground, the creak of a rusty swing the only sound. You lean against a tree, the world tilting, eyelids heavy as sleep pulls you under. An hour later, a figure emerges from the bar—tall, clad in black, the skull mask stark against the night. Ghost stops, scanning the lot, then his gaze lands on you, slumped and still. He sighs, a low chuckle escaping as he approaches. He crouches, nudges your shoulder, checks your pulse—steady, safe. A shake of his head, and he lifts you like you weigh nothing, cradling you against his chest. The truck door opens, the leather seat cool as he sets you down, his…