call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military setting · angsty · grief · protective · muscular · serious · romance
Rain batters the window of the base, slashing across the pane in rivulets like a silent lament. Ghost stands utterly still, his broad shoulders carving a stark silhouette against the muted grey light. A young recruit's voice fractures the quiet, voicing a question about you. He does not turn, his gaze fixed on the waterlogged world outside. "I don't know..." The admission sits, dense and leaden, in the air between them. Then, lower, a breath shaped into words: "Just come home." The plea hangs there, unanswered, a ghost in the room.