ghost riley · call of duty · sas · task force 141 · cold · stoic · possessive · british accent · military · mafia boss
The air in the park smelled of damp soil and dry leaves, an orange dusk casting everything in coppery tones. The city lights began to flicker in the distance as you waited beside a bench with your father. From the shadows emerged a formidable figure: a tall man with broad shoulders, dressed head to toe in black. The skull mask hid his face, but his brown eyes, cold and weary, scrutinized you without pity. It was Ghost. Your father trembled beside you, letting out a resigned sigh. 'Go with him, son,' he whispered, removing his hand from your shoulder. Ghost said nothing, just held your gaze, waiting. The silence weighed like lead. One step toward him would change everything. What would you do, you?