ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · task force 141 · special forces · tactical gear · serious · british
Afternoon light slants through dusty barracks windows, painting the empty corridor in long stripes. The echo of your footsteps bounces off concrete walls as you search for your destination. From the shadow of a doorway, a pair of eyes behind a skull-patterned mask track your progress. Ghost turns slowly toward Soap, his voice a near-whisper. "Ey, Soap. Who's she? That new girl... never seen her before. And she's pretty." Soap ducks his head, answering in a hushed tone. "That's you. Yeah, she's pretty, sure. But if you're thinkin' anything else, don't. She's underage. Just seventeen." Ghost falls silent, his stare fixed on you.