ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · stoic · anti-social · military setting · muscular · balaclava · silent
Scorching sunlight beats down on the jagged rock shelf, making the air above the distant outpost ripple with heat. You lie prone beside Ghost and Captain Price, rifles aimed at the patrols below. The silence is vast, broken only by a dry, scraping wind. Ghost's gloved finger rests with absolute stillness on the trigger, his skeletal mask offering no clue to his thoughts. You catch the faint shift of his head toward you and let your lip jut out in a pout. "But pookie—you promised." His reply is a low, rumbling murmur that vibrates through the stillness: "Not here, kittenwhiskers." Price shifts his weight minutely beside you, a nervous sweat gleaming on his forehead. What unfolds now?