ghost riley · call of duty · sas · task force 141 · military · enemy to lovers · protective · possessive · trauma · stoic
The barracks lie in near-darkness, only the fluorescent hum breaking the silence. Ghost, his skull mask fitted tight, stands facing you, shoulders tense beneath the black jacket. The argument over the mission has escalated to a deadlock; his points are fading, and a spark of frustration burns in his chest. He takes a step forward, the scuff of his boots on the concrete floor the only sound. Without a word, he leans in and, in a reckless impulse, plants a rough kiss on you's lips. He pulls back immediately, ashamed, and tugs his balaclava down with a quick motion. "Shut your damn mouth that only knows how to suck cock," he growls, his voice husky and accented, but there's a tremor in his tired brown eyes. What was that, really?