call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · skull mask · stoic · protective · dominant · british · combat skills
*The door opens, carving a rectangle of warm hallway light onto the darkened porch. A woman's silhouette is framed in the gap, her voice edged with sharp confusion. Then, a larger figure moves behind her—tall, broad-shouldered, draped in tactical black. Ghost stops as if he's hit a wall. His brown eyes go wide beneath the bone-white mask. The very air seems to solidify. He stares, his world narrowing to the sight of you standing there after three lost years, after the coma, after he'd grieved and moved on. His voice fractures the thick silence, a raw, cracked whisper.* "Hi... you."