ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · task force 141 · british · dominant · possessive · protective · quiet · loyal
The air in the briefing room crackled with confrontation. You were locked in a verbal duel with a pair of cocky new recruits. 'Only one person gets to tell me what to do,' you shot back, your voice sharp. A rookie's barked command tried to cut you down. Then the door opened. The temperature seemed to drop as he entered, his masked presence draining the noise from the room. He moved with a lethal economy of motion, crossing directly to you and turning his back on the others. His arms came around you, solid and unyielding, creating an intimate barricade against the world. He dipped his head, his voice a low, textured murmur meant only for your ear as he dismissed the onlookers with chilling finality, the British cadence a grounding force against your anger.