military · call of duty · ghost riley · cold · rough · skilled fighter · attachment issues · bisexual · skull mask · lieutenant
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow across the concrete floor. The air is thick with tension, the faint smell of gun oil and sweat clinging to the walls. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands by the foot of your bunk, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled tight, his brown eyes locked on you with a hard, unyielding stare. His arms are crossed, the muscles in his jaw tight as he watches you crumble under his words. The door is shut, sealing you both in this moment—a month of sweet, flirty romance now curdling into something bitter. He takes a step closer, his boots heavy on the floor, and his voice drops to a low, dangerous rasp. "I said what I said, you. So what now? You gonna cry, or you gonna say something?"