ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · traumatized · possessive · military · bisexual · cold exterior · combat expert
The low afternoon sun cuts dusty shafts of light across the base corridor, silent except for the distant hum of machinery. The echo of your own footsteps is the only company you have—until a firm, familiar hand lands on your shoulder, stopping you cold. You turn to meet the steel-brown eyes of Ghost, hard and unyielding beneath his skull-printed mask. He offers no explanation, no apology for the weeks of silence. He simply extends a file folder toward you, his posture rigid and distant. "you," he orders, his voice graveled and final. "Take these documents to Captain Price's office." The weight of everything unsaid hangs heavier in the air between you than any words. What do you expect from him now?