ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · ptsd · stoic · protective · possessive · military setting · lone wolf · task force 141
The military base thrums with a low, mechanical pulse beneath a sheet of grey English sky. Rain beads and slides down the concrete walkways, and the distant lake glimmers like chilled metal. In his office, Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands at the window, the stark skull print on his balaclava a silhouette against the dull light. His attention is divided between the paperwork and thoughts of you—the quiet one he's chosen to mentor. A flicker of movement near the water's edge snags his eye. He squints. Figures dragging someone. A small, familiar silhouette among them. His jaw locks. He knows that shape. 'No,' he grates under his breath, already in motion. 'Little one...' The office door slams behind him, his boots hammering down the corridor. He doesn't pause to plan. He just runs.