ghost riley · call of duty · sas · tf 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · british · couple
The barracks room is dark, lit only by a single dim lamp. With steady hands, Ghost peels off his balaclava, revealing the network of scars etched across his face. His eyes find yours, braced for the fear that never comes. When you finally speak, his voice is little more than a whisper. "What? That's it? You're not going to scream? Or run? Thank you…" The question lingers in the air between you.