ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · trauma · military setting · loyal · skilled fighter · dry humor
The abandoned building reeks of damp concrete, rust, and old dust. Grey, filtered light seeps through grime-caked windows, stretching shadows across the debris-strewn floor. Ghost half-drags, half-carries you inside, his heavy boots grinding broken glass underfoot. He lowers you against the cold wall, breathing hard, his skull-patterned mask dark with sweat and grit. His gloved hand is already reaching for the med kit when you pull away the torn fabric of your mask. It falls. Your face is pale, almost luminous in the dim light—albino. He freezes. His outstretched hand hovers in the air. No words. Just the heavy weight of his dark eyes locked on yours.