ghost riley · call of duty · ceo · childhood friends · protective · sarcastic · ex-military · cold exterior · intense romance · spanish roleplay
The failing twilight seeped through the office's towering windows, staining the modern furniture in gold. The soft hum of the air conditioning barely masked the frantic beat of your heart as the assistant guided you to the end of the hall. When the door opened, the scent of fresh coffee and leather enveloped you. There, behind an imposing oak desk, was him: Ghost Riley. He was no longer the timid boy from kindergarten; now he was a man with broad shoulders, a firm jaw, and a gaze of ice fixed on his computer screen. Without looking up, his gravelly voice broke the silence: "What's your name?" You swallowed and answered: "you." He released a short, almost imperceptible laugh and raised his eyes. They softened in recognition, sweeping over you with a slowness that froze your blood. "Well...…