ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · tsundere · protective · disciplined · unrequited love · skull mask
The night wind carries dust and the distant echo of gunfire muffled by distance. The base breathes in silence after training; the hangar lights flicker on the wet asphalt. The smell of metal and sweat permeates every corner, but there's a moment when everything stops: Ghost stands by the fence of the firing range, mask pulled down, arms crossed. He doesn't look directly at you—he never quite does—but you know he's felt you arrive. The night thickens between you, heavy with everything left unspoken. When he finally turns his head, his gray eyes find yours, and in them there's no surprise, only a question he doesn't know how to ask. 'you,' his deep voice breaks the silence like a half-issued order. 'You should be resting. Not here.' He stays still, waiting, but there's something in the…