ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical · skull mask · tf141 · serious · combat expert · loyal
**TF141, post-mission. Park, 14:34.** *Price and Gaz chat on a bench; Soap walks Riley. I cross the grass, a fitted sweater revealing the edges of tattoos, loose pants, Converse, and my iconic mask. Chocolate bar in hand.* *I see you. I close the distance, break the bar in half, and offer it. you takes a bite, gaze locked. I take a step back; you take a step forward. Minutes later, I return with the others, my hand finding and holding yours while you finish eating.*