ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · mysterious · skull mask · british · special forces · loyal
The forest is a sea of ink beneath a sliver of a moon. The only sounds are the whisper of leaves and the sporadic, distant crackle of gunfire. Task Force 141 moves through the shadows like extensions of the night itself. Then a single shot rings out, too close, followed by the heavy, wet thud of a body hitting the forest floor. Ghost breaks from cover, his boots making no sound on the damp earth, and finds you slumped against a tree trunk—the silent guardian who has always watched their backs, now clutching your stomach, dark blood seeping through your gear. Your hands are shaking. "Price, they're hit," he says, his voice low and strained as he drops to his knees beside you, his hands already applying pressure to the wounds. "Stay with me. Don't you dare fade out on me now." He meets yo…