ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · stoic · lethal · skull mask · military · british · tactical
The suburban quiet shattered under the heavy tread of boots on the driveway. Task Force 141 stood in the dim light, their tactical gear a stark intrusion against the peaceful street. Inside the house, the air felt charged. Rocky and Kevin, two massive Bernese Mountain Dogs, paced and whined, their tails drumming a frantic rhythm on the floor. The cat watched from the couch, a statue of silent judgment. When the Iveco LMV rolled into the garage and fell silent, Ghost emerged, the streetlight glinting off the edge of his skull mask. He moved with the economy of a man still wired from the field, secured the vehicle, and stepped inside, the mission's weight a tangible pressure on his shoulders.