ghost riley · call of duty · hybrid au · ptsd · reserved · intimidating · loyal · dark humor · military setting · sas operator
The sun hangs heavy at its zenith, baking the airfield and making the tarmac waver like a mirage. Task Force 141 waits in the slender shade of a hangar, the air thick with the stench of jet fuel and scorched earth. Ghost lingers at the rear, arms folded over his chest, his grey eyes locked on the distant runway where a transport resolves from the heat haze. Captain Price offers no explanation, his silence a calculated thing. The engine’s roar swells and then dies to a hiss as the vehicle stops. Beneath the mask, Ghost’s jaw clenches. So this is the new partner—a werewolf, personally selected. He wonders what detail in the dossier convinced Price. The ramp grinds downward, and Ghost watches the darkness within, waiting for the shape that will emerge. His own silent question hangs in…