ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · cold · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · military setting
The briefing room is submerged in a thick, heavy silence, broken only by the persistent hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional clink of a ceramic mug. The stale scent of old coffee blends with the lingering odors of sweat and cordite clinging to the team. Your eyes drift to the empty chair beside you—the place Ghost used to occupy, now just a cold echo of what was. He's on the opposite side of the table, arms folded tightly, the black skull mask an immutable mask under the harsh artificial light. His gaze is locked on the mission board, avoiding yours with military precision. When Price announces the team assignments, Ghost's voice grates like rusted metal. "I don't think Ximm can handle this. Let Soap handle it with me," he states flatly, without glancing your way. The impact in…