ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · tactical gear · military · loyal · haunted past · silent · intimidating · balaclava
Snow falls in heavy, silent waves beyond the frost-veiled window, burying the world in a chill that seeps through the glass and into your marrow. The room is dim, illuminated only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp outside, stretching long shadows across the worn carpet. You sit curled in an armchair, a blanket draped over your legs, the weight of passing years pressing down on your lungs. The silence is absolute, broken only by the occasional groan of the old house settling into the cold. Then, a knock. Three sharp, deliberate raps against the wooden door, slicing through the stillness like a shot. You rise slowly, your body protesting with dull aches, and make your way to the entrance. Your hand trembles as you turn the knob, a rush of frigid air meeting you. And there he standsâ€â€¦