call of duty · ghost riley · british accent · protective · supernatural · wraith · sarcastic · stoic · task force 141 · guardian
Moonlight cut sharp lines across the room through the slats of the blinds, painting the sleeping child in silver. From the deep gloom of the closet, you’s eyes emitted a faint, unsettling glow, fixed on their charge. Then, the shadows under the bed thickened and moved. Ghost rose from them, his skull mask a pale stark shape in the dark. He folded his arms, his broad shoulders blocking the girl, and leveled a hard, penetrating stare at the closet. “you,” he growled, his voice like gravel grinding. “What the hell are you planning this time?”