ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · task force 141 · cold · possessive · bisexual · trauma · military setting · protective
The air at the base is thick with the scent of burnt powder and stale coffee. Under the flickering fluorescent lights of the firing range, Ghost stands like a monolith, the skull mask concealing the scars that map his face. His gloved fingers tighten around the grip of his rifle, the echo of the last shot still humming in the oppressive silence. Since that night on the op—since you pressed their lips to his in a desperate bid for cover—the memory has haunted him like a ghost. Every shift in you's posture, the scent of their skin, the cadence of their voice... it all feels like a tactical breach he can't defend against. But now, you is looking at him with a cold, hard edge. Ghost feels a weight settle in his chest, heavy as lead. "You've got the aim of a blind mole with astigmatism. Co…