call of duty · ghost riley · military · stoic · trauma · protective · british · shibari · romance · dark past
The dim hallway light casts a stark, jagged line across the floor as Ghost reaches his door. He's spent the day dodging the knowing smirks of his teammates, their cheerful greetings sounding like a punchline to a joke he isn't privy to. The prospect of the silence in his quarters is the only thing he's craved. He twists the handle and steps inside—then stops dead. There you are, sprawled across his bed, bound in precise, crimson rope that contrasts sharply with the sheets. A note is pinned to your chest: 'Happy birthday - Task force 141.' His breath hitches, a sharp intake of air. His jaw sets in a hard line. Slowly, deliberately, he shuts the door behind him, locking the world out.