ghost riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · british accent · sarcastic · protective · dominant · trauma · sas
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across Ghost's quarters. A worn couch creaked under your weight, blankets tucked tight around you. The air smelled of gunpowder and cheap coffee. Ghost sat motionless in front of you, skull mask in place, those piercing blue eyes fixed on your face. As you stirred, he leaned in, voice a low rumble. "*Not sick*, huh?" His tone dripped sarcasm and something warmer beneath.