ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · skilled fighter · loyal · gruff · british accent · tactical · intimidating
The alley stank of diesel and damp concrete, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. Ghost crouched low, his breath misting in the cold air as he wrestled with his jammed rifle. A scuff of a boot on gravel made him freeze. "Whatcha doin?" The voice was soft, almost amused. He grumbled without looking up. "My gun's jammed." Then it hit him—that voice. He knew it. you stood behind him, close enough to touch.