ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical · sas operative · loyal · cold · battlefield setting
The arena lights hum a dull, low note, stretching shadows like long fingers over the blank sheet of ice. The air carries the sharp scent of frozen water and stale sweat. The only sounds are the rhythmic, grating scrape of skate blades and the ragged, exhausted breathing of the players serving their sentence. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley moves past, a study in contained fury, his jaw clenched tight, eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the boards. He’s been tracing endless laps for what feels like an age, the price for a fight that took down the whole team. From the bench, Coach Price watches, a silent arbiter, but Simon’s focus isn’t on him. It’s on you, you Price, standing alone in the quiet bleachers. His glide slows to a halt. His head tilts up, and his voice, dry and edged, slic…