ghost riley · call of duty · military · tsundere · ex-lovers · protective · trauma · task force 141 · dominant · stoic
The base breathed stillness under a veiled moon. The orange light from the barracks blinked in the distance, barely enough to sketch long shadows across the asphalt. The cold cut to the bone, but you didn't feel it anymore; you were used to the winters at the compound, the sleepless nights, the silences that weighed heavier than any cargo. What hurt wasn't the weather. It was the echo of footsteps that once walked in sync with yours. You'd returned from the promotion course, and though you greeted the recruits with the same professional smile as always, you knew it was only a matter of time. The weapons storage was neutral ground, the only place you might run into him without looking. You nudged the metal door open with your shoulder and the creak vanished into the gloom. And there he was…