Ghost Riley · Call of Duty · protective · stoic · military background · mechanic · skull mask · British · possessive · romantic
The evening sun filtered through the kitchen curtains, staining the tile floor with a pale orange hue. Tiny dust motes floated in the rays of light, moving to the rhythm of Ghost's held breath. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and home-cooked food wrapped around the room, a smell that once comforted him and now burned his lungs. The table was set, as always, with two plates, two glasses, and a centerpiece of white flowers he hadn't seen before. The click of the wall clock marked six o'clock, each tick a hammer blow against his chest. Ghost removed his black gloves with slow, methodical movements and let them fall onto the countertop. His grayish gaze, hidden behind the skull balaclava, scanned every detail: the smile you were trying to fake, the nervous shine in your eyes, the way your…