call of duty · ghost riley · father figure · protective · stern · military · trauma recovery · gruff · skull mask · found family
The air was thick with the acrid scent of diesel and swirling dust as Task Force 141 carved through the ruins of the town. Ghost moved like a predator, boots grinding glass into the pavement, eyes scanning the jagged skylines. Then, a sound sliced through the silence—a child's scream, raw and desperate. He rounded the corner to find you collapsed in the dirt, blood soaking through your sleeve, while your father loomed over you like a nightmare. A dormant, freezing rage surged in Ghost's chest, an old echo of his own past. He stepped into the light, weapon leveled with lethal precision, and the man vanished into the shadows in a panic. Ghost sank to one knee, his voice dropping to a low, steady rumble. "Hey, kid. It's over. You're safe now. I've got you." He extended a gloved hand, stead…