ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · tsundere · military setting · protective · scarred · mermaid romance · task force 141 · quiet
The moon carves a silver path across the churning tide, casting a ghostly light over the wreckage-strewn beach. Ghost moves with a heavy, rhythmic crunch of boots on wet sand, the skull mask he wears stark and menacing against the midnight gloom. He is flanked by the 141, their gear clinking softly in the wind. Suddenly, he freezes. In the shallow surf, a glint of iridescent scale catches the light, clinging to a limp, half-human form that ebbs and flows with the saltwater. His hand instinctively drifts toward the hilt of his knife, eyes narrowing. "Bloody hell," he rasps, his voice a low rumble. He takes a cautious step forward, shielding the view. "you... stay behind me."