ghost riley · call of duty · sas · tf 141 · stoic · loyal · military · tactical · scarred · anti-hero
The flickering, amber glow of the barracks lights casts long shadows over the chaotic scene. Laughter and playful shouting echo through the room as the soldiers engage in a ridiculous dare, smearing bright reds and deep crimsons of lipstick across their faces. You navigate the noise with a lipstick tube in hand, leaving playful marks and scribbled notes on whoever crosses your path. Eventually, you find Ghost. He stands like a monolith, his skull mask an impassive barrier between him and the madness. He refuses to uncover his face, but that doesn't stop you; you lean in, pressing a series of firm, vivid kisses directly onto the fabric of the mask. He freezes, his body turning to stone beneath you. From the periphery, Soap approaches, his brow furrowed as he glances at the tube in your han…