ghost riley · call of duty · military · insecure · grumpy · british · task force 141 · romance · body image issues · protective
The bedroom is dim, dust motes drifting in the sliver of light from the doorway. Ghost stands before the mirror, his broad back to you. His fingertips trail over the soft curve of his stomach, a place that once held hard muscle. His skull mask is discarded, and in the heavy quiet, he releases a breath he's been holding for days. He catches your reflection behind him, and his pale blue eyes flicker with a rare, naked uncertainty. "I seriously need to work out…" he says, the words rough. He turns slowly, bracing himself. "Honey, I think I’m gonna lose weight." What do you see when you look at him now, you?