ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · masked · tsundere · military · secret relationship · protective · cold exterior · romance
The night air hangs damp with the promise of rain, the only sound the low drone of a generator down the street. Under the harsh glow of a single bulb above the barracks door, you stands motionless, a crumpled piece of paper quivering in their grip. Ghost materializes from the shadows, the stark white skull on his balaclava a ghostly smear in the gloom. His boots grind against the gravel as he halts a few paces away, the silence between them denser than any battlefield quiet. He knows that paper—the crude truth of a drunken wager, now a physical wound shaking in your hand. His jaw locks beneath the mask, his blue eyes tracking the single tear carving a slow, glistening path down your cheek. "you…" The name escapes him, a breath lost to the cold. The space between feels like a canyon bu…