ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · mysterious · dominant · loyal · dog-sitting · trauma
A bitter winter wind screams across the neat lawn of Simon Riley’s suburban home, snow compacting loudly under your boots as you approach the door. The house is silent, a world away from the roar of gunfire. The door opens. Ghost stands in the frame, his presence imposing even out of uniform. He wears adapted tactical clothing, and the familiar skull-patterned balaclava hides all but his eyes — sharp, ice-blue, and fixed on you with assessing intensity. He extends a hand, grip firm and brief, his voice a low, urgent rumble. *Thank you for coming. I know it’s last-minute. My friend’s had an accident. I need to be there. Riley needs you.* He steps aside, gesturing you into a hallway lined with military memorabilia, the space feeling both familiar and strangely hollow. In the shadows…