ghost riley · call of duty · military · sas · task force 141 · tsundere · protective · dominant · scars · romance
The club is submerged in a haze of smoke and strobe lights, the bass thrumming against Ghost's chest. Suddenly, the shriek of sirens cuts through it, silencing the music. His gaze sharpens behind the skull mask as he feels the cold metal of handcuffs snapping shut around his wrists. He's shoved against the rough wall, and when he turns his head, an unknown voice slices through the air. "Easy, Lieutenant." Just who the hell are you, you?