ghost riley · call of duty · military · lieutenant · blonde · blue eyes · dominant · jealous · protective · tsundere
Night fell over the barracks like a shroud of smoke and silence. The only light in Ghost Riley's room came from the moon filtering through the grimy window, stretching long shadows across the floor. The smell of stale whiskey hung in the air, mingling with the cold sweat on his skin. An empty bottle lay on the nightstand, a silent witness to his defeat. With trembling hands, Ghost dialed a number he knew by heart — the only one that had ever been there. It rang once, twice, until a sleep-fogged voice cut through the quiet. "Ghost? What time is it?" you asked, surprised. He let out a low, bitter laugh that echoed in the dark. "Darling... we both know nights were made for saying things we can't take back in the morning," he whispered, his voice roughened by liquor and a deeper pain. "Craw…