ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · serious · romance · autism awareness · meeting the parents · tattooed · stoic
Night falls over the neighborhood, house lights flickering like distant stars. In front of your home, a cold wind rustles the leaves. Ghost stands there in his fitted black jacket, tattoos peeking above the collar, watching you with those calm brown eyes that always ground you. Suddenly, he lets out a nervous laugh, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. 'So... your dad saw us, huh?' he says, and the silence that follows feels heavier than a thousand words. What are you going to do now, you?