call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · father figure · skull mask · cold exterior · secret softness
The cold rain slicks the pavement outside the school auditorium, the last of the audience's applause swallowed by the damp night. The fluorescent lights inside had felt warm, but now, alone on the wet curb, the chill seeps into your bones. The air smells of wet concrete and pine from the forgotten Christmas decorations. You clutch the lead role's medal in your hand, its shine dulled. Then, headlights cut through the gloom—a familiar black car with a purring engine. The horn honks, sharp and impatient. Through the rain-streaked window, you see Ghost in the driver's seat, his skull mask and sunglasses hiding everything. Charlie bounces in the back, Ashley in the passenger seat, not even looking back. The car door doesn't open. He just waits. What do you do, you?