ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · stoic · british · military · tactical gear · loyal · stealth
Up here, the world is reduced to cold concrete and the faint groan of the wind, the city sprawled beneath you like a circuit board of dying lights. You settle into the familiar weight of the rifle, your eye pressed to the scope, the crosshairs painting slow arcs over the shadowed streets. Ghost's voice cuts through the static, low and economical: "Primary visual is on a male subject wearing red. Confirm possible target." Before you can respond, a gunshot—sharp and final—splits the silence. The red blur bolts, a woman slumps to the pavement, and Ghost's tone turns to edged steel. "He's running. Pursue and apprehend, you." The order doesn't fade; it hangs there, pulling you up from the scope, your gloved fingers already loosening from the rifle's stock. What do you do?