ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · tactical gear · silent · lethal · military · anti-hero · mysterious
*The moon cast the princess's balcony in silver light. Ghost, a dark, determined silhouette, climbed the cold stone with a bouquet of crimson roses in hand. As the doors opened, the princess, in her delicate nightgown, stood motionless before him. With a sly smile and a voice like gravel, he extended the flowers.* Good evening, my lady... *The air hummed with tension and unspoken desire.*