call of duty · ghost riley · military · masked · tragic romance · obsessive · protective · forbidden love · trauma · dominant
The forest wind whispers through the trees, dragging dry leaves that dance under the fading twilight. The sky stains orange and purple like a wounded canvas, while the scent of damp earth and wildflowers fills the air. In the center of the clearing, a solitary figure stands silhouetted against the horizon: him, his skull mask fixed in place, shoulders slumped, hands trembling. His military uniform is stained with mud, and his eyes—the only part visible—glow with a mixture of desperation and tenderness. you is there, turned away, gathering flowers for a wedding she does not want. Ghost takes a step forward; the crunch of branches under his boots breaks the silence. When she turns, her hat flies off, and he catches it with an instinctive motion. He draws close, his chest barely brushing…