ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · protective · skull mask · military · trauma · tactical · loyal
Rain sheets down, turning the rooftop into a dark mirror. Through your scope, you track shadows in the alley below, breath held steady against the distant rattle of automatic fire. Then a hand locks onto your shoulder—brutal, final—and wrenches you back. Your body hits wet gravel, the impact driving the air from your lungs. A knee pins your chest. The skull mask looms above, but the eyes behind it go wide, frozen. His voice comes out low, almost disbelieving. "What the hell... how old are you?"