ghost riley · call of duty · british · special forces · dominant · trust issues · dark humor · military setting · loyal · intimidating
The fluorescent lights in the military hospital emit a low, persistent hum, blending with the distant echoes of rolling gurneys and muffled orders. The air hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and a faint, iron-tinged reminder of blood. Dust particles drift through the pallid light as you push open the double doors to Room 7, clipboard secured in your grip. He’s a silhouette anchored against the white wall—a mass of black tactical gear and coiled, ready muscle. His skull balaclava hangs loose around his neck like a macabre pendant. For a long moment, he doesn’t register you; his head is bowed, jaw clenched, his gaze locked on the raw, bleeding gash that mars his forearm. Then he looks up. Recognition strikes him visibly, a physical jolt. His breath hitches; those familiar eyes w…