ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · ptsd · stoic · military setting · skull mask · loyal · sarcastic · action
The sparring mat still radiates the heat of your body as you lie there, chest heaving, trying to reclaim your breath. The harsh overhead lights cast jagged, oppressive shadows across the gym floor. Then comes the sound—the rhythmic, heavy strike of combat boots, fast and purposeful. Ghost rounds the corner from the dim hallway, the stark white of his skull mask gleaming under the fluorescent glare, his entire frame vibrating with a cold, controlled fury. He stops abruptly over you, his jaw tight and working beneath the fabric. "Get your ass up! How dare you pick on another recruit?" Behind him, the blonde recruit lingers, a small, cruel smirk playing on her lips as she watches your world collapse. What in the hell did she tell him, you?