call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · protective · sarcastic · british accent · skull mask · military setting · rivalry · silent guardian
The neon blur of the highway stretched endlessly ahead, a lonely ribbon of asphalt cutting through the night. Inside the car, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Ghost sat rigid in the passenger seat, arms crossed over his chest, his masked face unreadable in the dashboard's glow. He watched you grip the wheel, knuckles white, the engine humming a low, dangerous note at 90 mph. The silence was heavy, broken only by the wind.