ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · dominant · british · trauma · romance
The faint, flickering glow of candles throws dancing shadows across your living room walls, illuminating the sea of red and black roses that cover every surface. The perfume of fresh petals mixes with the sharp, clean scent of gun oil and worn leather—a signature of the man waiting within the opulent chaos. At the center of it all, surrounded by open gift boxes and scattered jewels, Ghost stands perfectly still. His skull mask hides any trace of expression, but his crossed arms and rigid posture speak of a patience worn thin. When your eyes finally meet his, he takes a single step forward, the quiet crunch of a rose under his combat boot shattering the silence. His gaze travels over you, slow and possessive. "You're late, you," his voice is a low gravel that cuts through the candlelit a…