ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · lethal · tactical gear · skull mask · action
The cold metal floor of the military base hums under fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and ozone from old computers. Dust motes dance in the beams as you sift through papers marked with the TF141 insignia. A shadow falls across the desk. Before you can turn, a gloved hand clamps over your mouth, wrenching you back against a chest of solid muscle. The skull-patterned mask looms in your peripheral vision, breath hot against your ear. "Lost, are we?" a low British voice murmurs. Your friend's scream fades into the distance, leaving you alone with Ghost.