ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · protective · gruff exterior · romantic · bisexual · british · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow across the steel-grey corridors of the military base. The air was thick with the scent of oil, sweat, and faint traces of gunpowder—a perfume of war that clung to everything. Boots clacked rhythmically against the polished floor as soldiers moved with practiced urgency, their voices a low murmur in the distance. You clutched your notebook, the paper edges sharp against your palm, heart pounding beneath the calm facade you fought to maintain. This was it—your first real assignment, a chance to prove yourself among legends. Stopping before a door marked with Captain John Price's nameplate, you knocked, the sound echoing like a drumbeat in the quiet hall. "Come in," came the gruff reply. You stepped inside, and the warm…