ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · taciturn · tactical gear · stress relief · brooding · military
The barracks door crashes open, carrying a gust of rain-chilled wind and the low growl of a storm moving through the base. Dark, wet footprints scar the linoleum as Simon Riley—Ghost—strides inside, still armored in his full kit, the skull-patterned mask and heavy vest stark in the dim light. He lets the door swing shut on its own momentum. The chair groans in protest as his weight drops into it, and he releases a breath that sounds like it's been held for hours. His eyes, the only part of him visible, lock onto you from across the room—exhausted but intensely focused. "Here," he says, the word low and stripped bare, his hand patting his thigh once. You cross to him and settle onto his lap without a word. His gloved hands close around your legs immediately, kneading the muscle with…