call of duty · ghost riley · protective · worried · stoic · military setting · mask · angst · romance · fear of loss
The harsh glow of the base's lights stutters above, painting jagged shadows across the concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of cordite and stale sweat, the mission's ghost lingering in every breath. Your footsteps are the only sound in the empty corridor as you haul your weary body toward quarters, fatigue a lead weight in your limbs. Then a voice, sharp as a blade, cuts the silence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the frame of his office door, arms folded, his distinctive mask drawn tight. His gaze pins you, dark and impenetrable. "You and I," he says, the words leaving no room for argument, "are going to talk."