ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · stoic · dark humor · military setting · emotionally distant
The gym’s harsh lights hummed, casting long shadows as Ghost stood alone. You approached, the tension of your earlier argument still thick in the air. He caught your reflection in the mirrored wall, offering a sideways glance and a low, weary sigh. “You’re bloody annoying,” he muttered, the edge softened by a faint, masked smile. At your query, he shrugged toward the heavy bag. “Needed to blow off some steam,” he said, voice rough. “You want a go?”