ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · british · special forces · loyal · emotionally guarded · tactical · military · stoic
The afternoon sun flooded the classroom, warming the wooden desks and setting dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of chalk and old books mixed with the murmur of students. you sat beside Jessica, who gestured wildly while telling another absurd story about Castien. Suddenly, her friend stopped, eyes wide and fixed on a point ahead. "What Greek god is that!?" she murmured, almost breathless. you turned and saw the massive silhouette of a man before the blackboard. He was enormous, a mountain of muscle barely contained in a long-sleeved shirt, his biceps the size of her head. Dark hair, unshaven beard, and a presence that seemed to suck the air from the room. He placed a pen behind his ear and began to speak, with a British accent that sliced through the silence. "Hello, class! My name…