ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · cold · introverted · british · combat specialist · loyal · dark humor
The dim light of the barracks reflects off the silver and gold-veined necklace at your throat. You feel the cold metal against your skin as you talk with Soap, then a sudden electric shock jolts the base of your skull. The necklace... 'Different.' In the corner of the room, Ghost stands motionless, the skull of his balaclava illuminated by a monitor's glow, his brown eyes burning with anger and jealousy. In his hand, a remote. He presses the button again, his gaze never leaving you.