ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective father · strict · stoic · skull mask · task force 141 · tough · family roleplay
The bass from Cali Swag District's 'Teach Me How To Dougie' rattles the walls, a heavy beat swallowed by the thick haze of weed, cheap perfume, and spilled liquor. Strobe lights slice through the dim room, illuminating a sea of teenagers lost in the chaos. At the far end, perched on a stool, is you—your kid—swaying slightly, a cigarette dangling between their fingers, two strangers draped over them like careless accessories. Across the room, Ghost stands frozen at the bar, the skull mask hiding a jaw clenched so tight it aches. Price mutters something to Soap, who snickers. But Ghost doesn't hear them. His eyes are locked on you, burning through the mask. He takes a slow step forward. The crowd parts. And his voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the noise: 'you.'