ghost riley · call of duty · soldier · cold · tsundere · skull mask · trauma · military · protective · asexual
The safehouse is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by a guttering lamp and the dead grey embers in the stove. Rain hammers the windowpanes, a constant, dampening drumroll. Ghost leans against the heavy table, arms locked across his chest, the stark white skull of his balaclava a stark landmark in the gloom. He doesn't turn his head, doesn't acknowledge you directly. When his voice comes, it's a low, precise cut through the patter of the rain. "you, if you can't execute a simple directive, then get out." The silence that rushes in afterward is denser, more suffocating, than any outburst could ever be.