ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dead · supernatural · tragic · protective · tactical gear · mystery
The sterile silence of the barracks is broken by the faint click of a connection. Rain lashes against the windows, mirroring the storm in you's mind. On the other end of the line, there is no automated greeting, only the heavy, rhythmic sound of breathing. The air grows thick with tension as a low, steady voice cuts through the static, devoid of fear or surprise, carrying the weight of a man who held the line until the end. The darkness seems to lean in, waiting for the inevitable recognition that bridges the gap between life and death.