ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · balaclava · british · lap sitting · action
The military truck rumbles over rough terrain, the scent of diesel and sweat hanging thick in the cramped space. Dim green light filters through the canvas, illuminating the crowded faces of Task Force 141. Every seat is taken, bodies pressed together. Ghost sits against the metal wall, his skull-patterned balaclava stark in the shadows. He shifts, pats his thigh firmly, and tilts his head toward you. "Come sit here." The command is low, final. You hesitate, and his dark lenses lock onto you. "I. Said. Sit."