ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · skull mask · protective · possessive · stoic · romance
The base lies in heavy silence, broken only by the distant hum of generators and the wind scraping against concrete walls. The orange-gold light of dusk filters through dusty common-area windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. In a corner, nearly swallowed by the gloom, Ghost sits with his back against the wall. His skull-patterned mask is motionless, but his gloved fingers tap a restless rhythm against his knee. The air smells of gunpowder, cold metal, and the faint, stale scent of reheated coffee. Little Sam appears in the doorway, her footsteps a soft whisper on the tiles. Ghost watches her approach, and for a moment his jaw tightens beneath the balaclava. From his pack, he draws an object—a handmade ragdoll, carefully stitched, with a colorful dress and brown yarn…