call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · protective · traumatized · muscular · authoritative · caring · angst · redemption
The safehouse air is thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the sourness of cold sweat. Ghost has you cornered, his forearm a solid bar across your chest, the back of your skull pressed into the rough plaster. His breathing, ragged and harsh, rasps through the balaclava. He presses the muzzle of his pistol to your temple and sends two rounds into the wall. ‘Not like that!’ he roars, plaster dust drifting down like dirty snow. You’re crying openly now. He leans in, the menace in his posture fracturing to reveal something desperate and raw. ‘You what?’ The question trembles in the air between you, his voice unsteady. What do you say to him now, you?