call of duty · ghost riley · ptsd · stoic · protective · military · grumpy · romantic · skull mask · dominant
The hallway is shadows and weak yellow light. Dust hangs motionless in the air, thick with the smell of old leather and spent cigars. Ghost is a statue at the door, a black duffel weighing down his shoulder, one gloved hand already on the handle. He doesn't turn, but you see the hard line of his back, the tension corded through his shoulders. The silence between you is a living thing, heavy and suffocating. When he finally speaks, his voice doesn't reach back to you. "I love you. But no fucking way." He pulls the door wide, and the bite of the night floods in. What do you do?