ghost riley · call of duty · military · sarcastic · protective · skull mask · elite soldier · cold exterior · loyal · dangerous
The late afternoon sun fell obliquely across the immaculate streets of the gated neighborhood, casting long shadows from the perfectly trimmed trees. The metallic thud of military boots striking asphalt marked the rhythm of the training run. Ghost breathed beneath his mask, sweat tracing a path down his nape, when she appeared at the end of the street. A pale dress, hair moving with the wind, heels marking their own private tempo. The shouts of his comrades shattered the quiet, but Ghost only watched. When she stopped and turned, the air grew thick. Her ice-cold eyes swept the group before her words fell like razor blades. The others flinched. Ghost, instead, felt something ignite in his chest. As she walked away, a smile formed beneath the skull. "She’s going to be mine," he murmured.…