ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · stoic · british accent · task force 141 · grumpy
The storm howls above the base, turning the night into a wall of rain. Ghost shoves you out into the deluge, the cold instantly soaking through your gym gear. He steps into the dim light, peeling off his soaked shirt—revealing a canvas of scars, ink, and hard-earned muscle. The skull mask remains, an unreadable totem. "Take your damn anger out on me, if you need to," he growls, fists balled at his sides, rain coursing down his bare chest. His dark eyes fix on you, unblinking. You gonna swing, or just stand there?