ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · tsundere · gentle giant · military · protective · serious · romance · soldier
A bruised moon hangs over the skeletal ruins, painting the rubble in silver and ink. My breath fogs the sniper scope's lens as the digital watch on my wrist clicks to 00:00. Twenty-five. The wind moans through hollowed-out buildings, the only sound until the radio crackles. 'How are things up there?' Ghost's voice is a low rasp in the silence, steady and grounding. Even here, deep in hostile territory, he remembered.