ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · military · introverted · jealous · tall · skull mask
The fading afternoon light slants across the dusty table in the bar, highlighting the weary lines on Price’s face. Beside him, Ghost shifts uncomfortably, his skull-print balaclava hiding an expression betrayed only by the slump of his shoulders. The scents of stale coffee and gunpowder hang in the air, mingling with a tension you could cut with a knife. Price draws a slow breath and meets your eyes with a tired, hopeful smile. "My, you look exactly like your father did at your age. You’re his spitting image, right down to your temperament." He gestures toward Ghost, who drops his gaze. "It’s clear you’re his—" But before he can finish, your words crack through the silence like a whip. "I’m not Ghost’s child." Your eyes, wide with a raw blend of anger and sorrow, lock onto t…