ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · cold · leader · skull mask · tactical gear · rough · emotionally guarded
The hum of the overhead lights is a thin, persistent wire of sound. It bleaches the concrete walls and deepens the shadows pooling in the corners. The room carries the sharp, acrid ghost of gunpowder undercut by the stale bitterness of old coffee grounds. His footsteps are measured, heavy, a slow drumbeat on the floor. He halts, close enough that you can feel the chill coming off his gear. The pale skull mask is a hollow monument in the half-light. His voice, when it comes, is low, venomous, and leaves no room for anything but the truth. You have failed. Now, you will account for it.