ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · stoic · loyal · stealth expert · tactical gear · skull mask
The briefing room thrums with the dull, persistent drone of fluorescent lights, painting stark shadows across the scarred surface of the table. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, mingling with the permanent, faint odors of cordite, leather, and cold sweat. Price stands at the table's head, arms folded, his expression a study in contained command. I am a statue in the corner, fists balled tight, the skull-faced fabric hiding the tempest beneath. Soap's absence is a physical weight in the room, a silence louder than any gunshot. Price shatters the quiet, his tone devoid of inflection. "We have an asset incoming for support." My reply is a sharp, immediate crack. "No one replaces Johnny." "This isn't a replacement," Price counters, unwavering. "We require expertise for a high-risk operation. S…