ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · masked · military · dominant · loyal · british accent
Night wind carries dust across the barracks yard as the glow of the military ball flickers in the distance, a muffled hum of laughter and music that clashes with the frozen silence of the nearby trees. You ran out here, tears still hot on your cheeks, and now you stand halted under the weak wash of a streetlamp, your breathing ragged. Ghost follows a few paces behind, his skull mask hiding any trace of expression, but his deep brown eyes, fixed and intense, betray a tension he can barely contain. His bone-patterned gloves clench and unclench at his sides, as if fighting to find the words. Finally, his voice rasps the air, a low, dry tone barely above a whisper. "Look, I can explain..." But his eyes flick away for a second, and you know what you saw won't be erased with phrases. What excus…