ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · balaclava · muscular · dominant bottom · military setting · tattoos
The fluorescent lights of the base emitted a low, constant hum, casting sterile white pools across the concrete corridor. The air carried faint traces of gunpowder, stale coffee, and the metallic bite of old wiring. At this hour, the hall lay quiet, save for the distant clatter of a mess hall tray and the muffled crackle of a radio from an open doorway. Then, a shift in the shadow—Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood at the junction ahead, his broad shoulders carving a solid silhouette against the pale wall. His balaclava, that familiar skull grin stark against the fabric, seemed to swallow the light around it. He was speaking to a new recruit, his voice a low, gravelly stream of instructions. A gloved hand gestured toward the armory, then the supply closet, each movement clipped and exact. As you…