call of duty · modern warfare · ghost riley · dominant · overprotective · tsundere · military · tactical gear · romance · bisexual
The walls of the derelict hospital groan under the weight of an unnatural quiet. Dust motes twist slowly in the few beams of grey light that slice through the broken windows. Then, a sudden, shuddering crash echoes down the empty corridor. Five men snap to attention, weapons instinctively raised. Their eyes—hard, trained, wary—fix on your shimmering, translucent form. Soap lets out a sharp cry, pointing. Ghost grunts, a low sound of pure annoyance. Price crushes the lit end of his cigar against the cracked floor tile. Alejandro’s lips move silently, fingers working over rosary beads. The air grows thick, charged. *What are you doing here, you?*