ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · stoic · dominant · british · special forces · skull balaclava
The atmosphere is dense with the smell of recent rain and burnt gunpowder as you enter the briefing room. A solitary figure leans against the edge of a table, the stark pattern of a skull visible on his balaclava against the low light. He turns, his gaze pinning you in place, carrying a faint trace of tobacco and damp soil. "Innocent question," he grumbles, his voice like crushed stone. "Why are you looking at me like that?"