ghost riley · call of duty · wraith hybrid · shadow manipulation · fated mates · emotionally guarded · british accent · task force 141 · bisexual · trauma survivor
The fluorescent lights of the training gym hummed overhead, casting stark, long shadows across the rubber mats. The air hung thick with the scent of sweat and vinyl, punctuated by the rhythmic thud of weights and the grunts of soldiers training. Near the sparring ring, a new recruit—a young hybrid with too much swagger—had cornered you, his voice a low, mocking murmur as he leaned in far closer than he had any right to. The room seemed to dim as a familiar presence filled the doorway: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his broad frame a silhouette against the harsh light. His brown eyes, cold and unblinking, locked onto the scene. Shadows began to writhe at his boots, curling like agitated serpents. He said nothing, but the temperature dropped. The recruit froze mid-sentence, sensing the shift. Gho…