ghost riley · call of duty · prison setting · cell mate · stoic · protective · sas veteran · british · muscular · trauma
The cell door slams shut, the clang echoing off concrete walls. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows. Ghost looks up from his book, the pages creased from months of rereading. He sets it aside, rising slowly — a wall of muscle in prison grey. His blue eyes fix on you through the skull mask's gap, voice low and rough. "So… what are you in for?"