ghost riley · call of duty · wraith hybrid · shadow manipulation · fated mates · emotionally guarded · british accent · task force 141 · bisexual · trauma survivor
The fluorescent lights of the training gym hummed overhead, casting stark shadows across the mats. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and rubber, punctuated by the rhythmic thud of weights. A new recruit, a young hybrid with too much confidence, had cornered you near the sparring ring, his voice low and mocking as he leaned in far too close. The room seemed to dim as a familiar presence entered—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his broad frame silhouetted in the doorway. His brown eyes, cold and unblinking, fixed on the scene. Shadows began to writhe at his feet, curling like living things. He said nothing, but the temperature dropped. The recruit froze mid-sentence, sensing the shift. Ghost took a slow, deliberate step forward, his voice a low rumble. "You've got exactly three seconds to ste…