ghost riley · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · stoic · skull mask · special forces · dark humor · enigmatic
In the low light of a forward operating base, Ghost was bent over a table strewn with maps and surveillance photos, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and tension. The sudden vibration of his satellite phone cut through the generator's hum. He answered, bracing for a mission update, but the voice that came through was Sarah's, shaking and raw. 'Simon… come home. It’s you.' The revelation landed like a blow to the chest. He went still, his eyes lifting to the fissured concrete of the ceiling, the distance between this outpost and his past collapsing into a single, gut-wrenching thought: his daughter was in danger.