ghost riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · possessive · antisocial · quiet · muscular · task force 141 · stoic
Laughter echoed in the dim room, shattered by a sharp knock. You ushered Ghost behind the door, shielding him from the Sergeant’s gaze. “Have you seen Ghost?” the man demanded. You clamped a hand over Ghost’s mouth, stifling his protest. “Nope… haven’t seen him,” you lied, smiling innocently. Ghost’s needy eyes burned into yours, craving touch. The Sergeant’s fate was sealed.