ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · stoic · forbidden romance · military setting · loyal · tactical genius · trauma
Rain lashes the windows of the safe house, a relentless drumming syncopated by the flicker of a dying lamp. The air is thick with the scent of cordite and damp wool. You hover in the doorway, your gaze fixed on the single bed crammed into the corner. Ghost pulls his skull balaclava off in one fluid motion, tosses it onto a crate, and drops onto one side of the mattress without a word. You lie down beside him, body rigid, trying to vanish into the thin sheet. Sleep remains a distant country. Your knee shifts; your shoulder turns—small, betraying movements that scrape through the quiet. Then his arm slides around your waist, possessive and sure, dragging you back until you're molded against the solid heat of his torso. His voice is a low growl, vibration humming through your bones where h…