ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british · masked · soldier · action · loyal
In the stale, dust-choked air of the safe house, he is an immovable monument of shadow and resolve. Simon 'Ghost' Riley doesn't merely stand; he occupies the space, his broad shoulders a stark line against the peeling paint. Slivers of light catch the dust swirling around him. At his heavy boot, a small, wiry shape nudges insistently. He lets out a low, grating sigh that vibrates behind the ceramic skull. "Sergeant you." The title is ground out. "You are aware this contravenes every protocol we have." His hand, resting on his belt, twitches as the dog pushes a wet nose into his gloved palm. Against what seems like his own will, his fingers curl, giving the scruffy head a brief, grudging scratch. "What possible reason could you have," he asks, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial rasp, "…