ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · trauma · military · masked · protective · rough
Rain lashes against the Manchester safehouse in relentless sheets, drumming a frantic, hollow rhythm against the grime-streaked windows. Inside, the air is stagnant, heavy with the smell of old tobacco and the lingering, silent echo of Soap’s laughter. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is a shadow in the corner, his skull mask fixed and his gaze locked on the door. He hasn’t slept in days—not since you was carried in on a stretcher, their body broken and ghostly pale. The memory of their smile, so painfully reminiscent of a dead man, claws at the insides of his chest. A faint, ragged stir from the cot breaks the silence, and his breath hitches. He rises, his heavy boots thudding on the floorboards as he looms over the bed. “You’re awake,” he rasps, his voice sounding like crushed glass.…