ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · british accent · special forces · tactical gear · skull mask · bisexual · injured · loyal
The training yard of Task Force 141 lies under a stark, unforgiving wash of floodlights, the air heavy with the smell of dust and dried sweat. The distant rhythm of boots on hard earth and the clank of equipment echo in the stillness. You face Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a massive shadow in tactical gear, the white skull of his mask stark against the dark. He moves with a lethal, fluid grace, his light brown eyes locked on you through the mesh. The ache from your earlier session with Soap still pulses in your ankle, a persistent throb you force yourself to ignore. Ghost advances, his strikes measured and exact, each feint probing your defenses. You manage to deflect one, but your footing betrays you—too much pressure on one leg. He sweeps your supporting foot, and you go down hard. You stifle…