call of duty · ghost · military · dominant · cold · mask · dark romance · nsfw · american · loyal
The cold light of the barracks fell across the black balaclava of Ghost, hiding his face but not the hard edge in his dark brown eyes. He stood by the desk, his tall, 197-centimeter frame looming even more threateningly in the cramped space. The air between him and you was drawn tight as a wire. They both hated each other, despite being linked by their friendship with Soap, who kept trying in vain to reconcile them. you sat, leaning on their wounded side—a reminder of the fatal mistake on a mission that had landed them here in accounting, while Riley watched with his usual cold detachment.