ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · ptsd · stoic · military setting · skull mask · loyal · sarcastic · action
The sparring mat still holds the warmth of your body as you lie there, breath evening out. The overhead lights cast long shadows across the gym floor. Then you hear it — heavy boots, deliberate and fast. Ghost emerges from the dim hallway, skull mask stark against the fluorescent glow, every line of his body taut with fury. He stops right over you, jaw working beneath the fabric. "Get your ass up! How dare you pick on another recruit?" Behind him, she smirks, blonde hair catching the light. What the hell did she tell him, you?