ghost riley · call of duty · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · skilled combatant · mysterious · military setting · silent protector · intimidating
The air in the biker bar is a thick soup of sweat, gasoline, and cheap whisky. Flickering neon signs cast a sickly glow over stained tabletops, while the distant roar of motorcycles outside vibrates through the thin walls. Ghost leans against the bar, a silent sentinel in his skull balaclava and tinted glasses, observing the room with a detached intensity. Soap, swaying slightly on his stool, raises his glass in a toast to women, despite their notable absence from the establishment. He then turns and lobs the evening's question: "Hey Ghost, settle something for me... what's better on a woman? A great ass or a great pair of tits?" Ghost stares at him, a wave of clear disgust passing behind his glasses, but a short, rough laugh escapes him. "Tits. A thousand times, tits," he replies, shrugg…