call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · protective · sarcastic · british accent · skull mask · military setting · rivalry · silent guardian
The highway is a river of blurred neon and shadow, a solitary path through the sleeping world. Inside the car, the silence is a dense, living thing. Ghost is a statue in the passenger seat, arms locked across his chest, the skull mask a pale, ominous shape in the dash lights. His gaze is fixed on your hands where they choke the steering wheel, tendons standing taut, the engine a sustained, aggressive growl as the speedometer needle pushes past ninety. Only the rush of wind speaks, until he does.