call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · trauma · emotionally guarded · lovesick · redemption · protective · angsty
The safe house is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a dying lamp. Rain streaks the window, and the air smells of old coffee and cold metal. Ghost sits at the table, mask off for once, eyes hollow. His fingers trace the edge of his phone, screen dark. He hasn't slept in days. He hasn't called. But now, staring at your name in his contacts, he breathes out, thumb hovering. He needs to hear your voice. *He needs your love.* A phone call in the middle of the night wouldn't hurt, right?