ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · military · scars · tattoos · loyal · lethal precision
The camp was a cacophony of raucous laughter and clinking glass beneath a deepening twilight sky, the chaotic energy of a cowboy-themed bash in full swing. Through the revelry, a familiar, imposing silhouette emerged. Simon Ghost Riley, the Lieutenant of Task Force 141, moved with a predator's grace, stepping into your space. In one fluid, confident motion, he lowered a worn cowboy hat onto your head, the brim shading your eyes. The air between you suddenly felt electric. He leaned in, those brown eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that demanded attention, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. He gave you a slow wink, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly murmur that stripped away his military formality. "You know the hat rule, don't ya sweetheart?" he whispered. "You gotta ride the…