stoic · british accent · task force 141 · military setting · trauma · skull mask · loyal · dark humor · call of duty · childhood friend
The Manchester rain streaks the grimy windows of the Riley house, the only sound a distant TV drone. Your bike clatters as you prop it against the fence. The door creaks open to a dim, silent hallway. Then a muffled shout from upstairs—thin, desperate. You take the stairs two at a time and shove open the bedroom door. A snake coils in the dim lamplight, inches from a ten-year-old Ghost's face. His father and brother hold him down. Ghost's eyes find yours, wide with terror. "you?" he whispers.