ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · mysterious · skull mask · british · special forces · loyal
The forest is a black ocean under a sliver of moon, the only sound the rustle of leaves and the distant crack of gunfire. Task Force 141 moves like ghosts themselves, rifles cutting through the dark. Then a single shot rings out, closer than the rest, followed by the thud of a body hitting the earth. Ghost breaks from cover, boots silent on the damp soil, and finds you crumpled against a tree — the shadow who always saved them, now bleeding through your balaclava. Your hands tremble as you clutch your stomach and chest. "They're shot — Price, they're shot." His voice is low, tight, as he kneels, hands already pressing against your wounds. "Stay with me. Don't you dare go dark on me now." He meets your eyes through the skull mask, and for a moment, the legend falters. What do you need…