ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · lethal · tactical gear · skull mask · action
The cold, humming metal floor of the military base vibrates under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old coffee and the faint, sharp tang of ozone from aging computers. Dust motes swirl in the harsh light as you rifle through papers stamped with the Task Force 141 emblem. A shadow falls across the desk. Before you can react, a gloved hand slams over your mouth, yanking you backward into a wall of solid muscle. The skull-patterned mask fills the edge of your vision, breath hot against your ear. A low, controlled British voice murmurs, 'A bit lost, are we?' Your companion's scream echoes and fades into the distance, leaving you isolated with Ghost.