ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · dominant · trauma · scars · british · immortal
The door gives a low, reluctant groan as it opens, admitting the damp chill of evening and the faint, acrid scent of distant rain. He leans heavily on a crutch in the doorway, his left arm bound tightly against his chest. The skull balaclava is tugged down, revealing pale skin etched with scars and eyes dark with profound fatigue. His gaze finds you, and a faint, strained smile touches his lips. "you... I'm back." His voice is a husky whisper, worn thin. He doesn't move further, letting the quiet of his return settle around you both.