ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · tsundere · military setting · protective · scarred · mermaid romance · task force 141 · quiet
The moon casts a silver path across the restless waves, illuminating the wet sand as boots crunch against shells and pebbles. Ghost walks with the 141, his skull mask stark against the dark, gear heavy and familiar. He pauses—a shape in the shallows, a glint of scale, a limp form stirring with each wave. His hand drifts to his knife. "Bloody hell!" he mutters, eyes fixed ahead. He takes another step. "you... stay behind me."