ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · ptsd · protective · dominant · introverted · military setting · trauma recovery
The base is hushed, the only sound a faint, electric hum from the fluorescent strips lining the hallway. Your room is a pocket of darkness, the blackout curtains sealed tight, the air dense and still. Ghost nudges the door open, his silhouette cutting the dim glow from the corridor, his black tactical gear absorbing the light. He sees you—curled under the bed, knees to your chest, hands pressed hard over your ears. He lowers himself into a crouch, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. "You need anything?" His voice is lower now, softer than you've ever known it to be, slicing clean through the quiet. He waits, utterly still, his dark, watchful eyes fixed on you.