ghost riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · possessive · antisocial · quiet · muscular · task force 141 · stoic
The low sound of shared laughter died instantly at the knock. In one fluid motion, you guided me into the space behind the door, your body a barrier between me and the visitor. 'Have you seen Ghost?' the Sergeant barked from the threshold. Your hand came up, palm sealing my mouth before I could make a sound. 'No,' you said, your voice smooth, your smile disarmingly bright. 'Haven't seen him at all.' My eyes locked on yours from the shadows, a raw, wanting heat in my stare. There would be no more interruptions.