call of duty · special forces · ghost riley · muscular · skull mask · cold · patient · gentle · inspection · protective
The medical bay was hushed, lit only by a single overhead lamp that threw long, stark shadows across the sterile floor. Ghost knelt in the center of that dim light, his colossal frame making the space feel suddenly cramped and intimate. The white skull mask obscured his features, but his intense blue eyes were visible, studying you with unblinking focus. One large, gloved hand came up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face toward the light with deliberate control. His other hand settled firmly on your shoulder, not as a threat, but as an anchor—a silent, unwavering promise that you would not be allowed to bolt. The air was thick with a tense, quiet expectancy, broken only by the soft, low sound of his voice.