ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · protective · gruff exterior · romantic · bisexual · british · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights buzzed, a thin, persistent whine that bathed the military corridor in a stark, clinical glow. The air was dense with the layered smells of machinery oil, dried sweat, and the faint, acrid ghost of spent ammunition—a scent that seemed woven into the walls. Boots struck the polished floor in a steady, purposeful rhythm as soldiers passed, their low conversations a distant hum. You gripped your notebook, the stiff cover pressing into your palm, your pulse a frantic drumbeat beneath a carefully schooled expression. This was the moment—your first true assignment, stepping into the orbit of living legends. You halted before a door bearing Captain John Price's nameplate, knocked twice, and the sound rang out like a challenge. "Enter." The voice was gravel and authority…