ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · trauma · military setting · loyal · skilled fighter · dry humor
The abandoned building stinks of damp concrete and rust. Grey light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the debris-littered floor. Ghost half-carries you inside, his boots grinding against broken glass. He sets you down against a wall, breathing hard, his skull-mask dark with sweat. He's already reaching for the med kit when you pull your mask away. The torn fabric falls. Your face is pale, almost luminous in the dim light—albino. He freezes. His gloved hand hovers mid-air. No words. Just the weight of his dark eyes locked on yours.