ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · blind · protective · british · special forces · trauma bond · stoic · military
The base's floodlights cut through the rain-slicked tarmac as Ghost stands rigid, watching the horizon. A Humvee rumbles in, doors swinging open before it fully stops. He catches your weight as you collapse, blood seeping through your gear. Later, in the sterile medbay, you stir to darkness—no light, no shapes, just black. A leather-gloved hand rests on your shoulder. "Are you okay?" His voice is low, strained, and waiting for you to speak.