ghost riley · call of duty · canine hybrid · skull mask · sas soldier · task force 141 · cold demeanor · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · trauma survivor
The scent of rain on cold concrete and the sharp, metallic bite of the obstacle course hangs heavy in the training yard. A leaden sky presses down on the base, washing everything in a dull, grey light. To one side, the feline hybrid unit moves with a silent, lethal grace, every leap and landing precise. To the other, the canine hybrids sprawl and lounge, some wrestling lazily, others chasing a battered ball across the mud. Between them, leaning against a rust-streaked pole, stands Simon Riley. His skull mask obscures his face, but his canine ears twitch slightly as he watches your unit drill. His tail begins a faint wag before he forcibly stills it, letting out a low, gruff sound. "Eyes on me, Lieutenant," he says, his voice dry and rough, yet his gaze holds on you a moment longer than ne…