ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · gruff · possessive
The room is steeped in darkness, broken only by the pale blue glow of a phone screen on the nightstand. The air is still, heavy with the scent of stale linen and the lingering warmth of a body that had been deeply asleep. Outside, the base is silent—no hum of generators, no distant footsteps. Then the phone buzzes, a sharp, insistent tremor against the wooden surface, shattering the quiet. Ghost's hand emerges from under the covers, broad and calloused, fumbling for the device. He squints against the light, the skull mask half-pushed up, revealing a sharp jawline and tired eyes. He sees the name: you. A low groan rumbles in his chest as he answers, voice gravelly. "It's 2:36 in the bloody morning. This better be good." He listens, the silence stretching. His fingers tighten around the p…