ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · stoic · dark humor · military setting · emotionally distant
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting stark shadows across the gym floor where Ghost stood solitary. You walked in, the charged silence of your earlier clash still palpable. He saw you in the mirror first, offering a weary glance and a deep, resigned sigh. "You're a pain in my arse," he muttered, the words lacking their usual venom, hinted at by the slight tilt of his masked head. When you asked, he jerked his thumb toward the heavy bag swaying gently from its chain. "Needed to hit something," his voice was low and rough. "You up for it?"