ghost riley · call of duty · silent · mysterious · tall · muscular · bisexual · cheating · guilt · military
Moonlight filtered through the barracks window, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. The metallic tang of gunpowder and the scent of stale sweat still clung to the air, but the only sound in the room was the echo of your footsteps. He was there—Ghost—standing by the table, his mask erasing any hint of expression. His blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, locked onto yours without blinking the moment you entered. On his arm, the tattoos that once felt like eternal promises now looked like lies etched into skin. He arched a brow, as if your mere presence was an inconvenience. "What do you want, you?" he asked, his voice deep and abrasive, slicing through the silence like a combat knife.