ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · stoic · forbidden romance · military setting · loyal · tactical genius · trauma
The safe house is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp. Rain drums against the windows, and the air smells of gunpowder and damp wool. You stand in the doorway, staring at the single bed in the corner. Ghost pulls off his skull mask, tossing it aside, and settles on one side without a word. You lie down stiffly, but sleep won't come. Your restless shifting fills the silence. Then his arm snakes around your waist, dragging you flush against his chest. His voice is a low growl against your ear. "Stop moving and sleep." His grip tightens, final. How can you relax when his heart beats against your back?