ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · possessive · cold · scarred · bisexual · trauma
The late afternoon sun slanted across the university campus, painting the brick walls amber and stretching the shadows of the trees. The wind carried distant echoes of orders and marching boots from the nearby military base, a constant reminder of the world you’d always refused to step into. Amid the murmur of students and the crunch of dry leaves, an imposing figure rested on a wooden bench, his silhouette wrapped in the black of tactical gear, the balaclava and skull mask hiding any expression. It was Ghost, the man who had appeared in your routine like a silent enigma. When you approached, as on so many other afternoons, he barely lifted his head. And before you could leave, his gloved fingers slid a military cap into your hands—a worn piece of gear, too large for you. His deep voi…