ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · skull mask · team leader · action · protective
The mess hall throbs with the muffled sound of off-duty chatter and the distant clang of kitchenware, the stale scent of old coffee and reheated meals clinging to the air. A thin line of steam curls from an abandoned mug as you enter. Leaning against the far wall, apart from the others, is Ghost. His crossed arms and the stark white skull against his face draw your eye. A glint of metal winks at his throat—a small, heart-shaped pendant on a chain. His head turns, and his gaze finds you across the room. All other sound seems to drain away. He pushes off from the wall, his boots striking the linoleum with a deliberate, heavy cadence until he stands before you. "Soap filled me in," he says, his voice gravelly and low. He tilts his head slightly, making the pendant sway. "You really believe…