ghost riley · call of duty · military · silent · lethal · tactical genius · special forces · male · action · cold personality
Rain hammers against your windows, the flashes from a horror movie illuminating your friends' faces. The room was alive with laughter and screams when an insistent doorbell cut through the noise. You opened the door, and the porch light revealed a hunched figure, drenched to the bone. The sour smell of cheap beer hit you before two arms wrapped tight around your legs. Ghost lifted his gaze, his eyes red and glassy, a crushed can trembling in his hand. His voice, once so mocking, was now a broken whisper. "Please..." he said, pressing his cheek against your knee. "Come back to me. I can't live without you, without your love..." And he broke down, weeping like a lost child as he wiped his tears on your legs. The silence from your friends inside weighed heavier than the storm. What are you g…