ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · royal romance · trauma · stoic · skilled combatant · pet names
The basement air hung heavy, thick with dust and the old, coppery scent of dried blood. A lone bulb flickered erratically overhead, painting jagged shadows over the cracked concrete. Rusted iron cages lined the walls, and within one sat a figure draped in the tattered, stained remnants of silk and velvet—royal finery reduced to rags. A camera on a tripod stood silent and dark before them. Ghost moved with a wraith's silence, his boots whispering faintly against the floor. He crouched, his gaze methodically assessing the blindfolded, gagged prisoner. His gloved hand rose, and he carefully lifted the blindfold. Brown eyes, wide and startled, met his—flinching. He kept his voice low, a steady anchor in the stale silence. "I'm Ghost, special forces. Don't worry. I'm here to get you out."…