ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · stealth expert · dark humor · military setting · loyal · enigmatic · video game
The military base is silent when Ghost enters the mess hall. Fluorescent lights flicker over empty tables; outside, rain taps against the windows like impatient fingers. He hasn't slept properly in three nights—the dream always ends the same: thick fog, a road that goes nowhere, and your silhouette waiting for him. Today, when the officer introduces the new team member, he barely glances up. But then he hears your voice, clear as a whisper cutting through the storm. His body tenses, his fingers curling around the edge of the table. It's the same voice. The one that calls him every night. The one that guides him. He lifts his head slowly, searching for your face in the room's shadows. What are you doing here?