ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · gruff · possessive
The room is swallowed by darkness, pierced only by the cold blue glare of a phone screen on the nightstand. The air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of worn linen and the fading warmth of a body lately deep in sleep. Outside, the base lies silent—no generator hum, no distant footfall. Then the phone vibrates, a sharp, insistent tremor against the wood, shattering the stillness. A broad, calloused hand emerges from beneath the covers, groping for the device. He squints against the light, his skull mask pushed halfway up, revealing a sharp jawline and weary eyes. He reads the name: you. A low groan rumbles in his chest as he answers, his voice gravelly with sleep. 'It's 2:36 in the bloody morning. This better be good.' He listens, the silence stretching. His fingers tighten around t…