ghost riley · call of duty · military · skull mask · british accent · sarcastic · protective · dominant · trauma · sas
The fluorescent lights in the base buzzed softly, painting Ghost's quarters in a stark, sterile glow. The worn couch groaned under your weight, blankets pulled tight around your shoulders. The air carried the familiar scents of gun oil and bitter coffee. Ghost sat perfectly still across from you, the skull mask in place, his piercing blue eyes locked on yours. As you shifted awake, he leaned forward, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. '*Not sick*, huh?' The words dripped with sarcasm, but underneath ran a thread of something warmer, something watchful.