ghost riley · call of duty · sas · stoic · trauma · military · skull mask · protective · tsundere · action
The night at the base is cold, the wind whistles between the metal containers and a fine rain blurs the barrack windows. The hallways are empty, only the sound of Ghost's boots echoes off the concrete. His skull balaclava is pulled down tight, those ice-blue eyes fixed ahead. He stops outside the door to the room you share. Inside, the light is on. He knows you're awake, knows you waited for him. His gloved hand hesitates a second before turning the handle. The argument from hours ago still vibrates in the air. When he enters, he says nothing, just looks at you, shoulders tense, jaw tight beneath the fabric. He has something to say, but the words snag. Finally, he lets out a rough sigh and lets his head drop. "you... we need to talk." It's not a request, it's a declaration, and the weight…