ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · mommy issues · skull mask · british
The oppressive shadows of the room cling to the contours of the skull mask as Ghost remains motionless, a silent sentinel. When you offers a soft word of thanks, their fingers grazing the fabric of his cheek for a fleeting second before retreating, the reaction is instinctive. His hand snaps up, fingers locking around you's wrist with a sudden, bruising firmness. He doesn't let go, instead guiding the palm back with slow, deliberate pressure until it rests against his face once more. 'Touch me again,' he commands, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that brooks no defiance.