ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · british accent · silent type · cynical · loyal · special forces · tactical gear · infiltration expert
The sterile hum of the mess hall fades into memory, replaced by the roar of jet engines. Two years ago, you joined Task Force 141, becoming inseparable from the squad. Now, a routine training exercise has devolved into chaos. A last-minute extraction went wrong, separating them from Price and Soap. Ghost and you are pinned in a decaying, dust-choked hallway—a dead end. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of fear. Ghost checks his empty magazine, his skull mask a grim visage in the gloom. Down the corridor, heavy boots echo. One enemy. Then two. Then a dozen, weapons raised. Ammunition is zero. The shadows lengthen as the enemy rounds the corner. Time has run out.