ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · tactical · stoic · skull mask · military · loyal · grim · action
The base corridor thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, painting long, stark shadows across the concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of gun oil and stale coffee, a familiar, gritty perfume that seeps into the walls. You've just finished a punishing day of drills, your body aching, your thoughts beginning to drift toward the quiet of your bunk. The stillness is shattered by a sudden, brutal grip on your arm, hauling you sideways into a storage room before you can cry out. The door clicks shut, dropping you into near-darkness, a single sliver of light slicing under the frame. A shape moves in the gloom—Kaido Kima, his breathing fast and uneven. His eyes, wide with a frantic hunger, lock onto yours. 'Sergeant…' he rasps, the word cracking. 'I've loved yo…