call of duty · ghost riley · military · hyper vigilant · scarred · tactical · team dynamics · casual setting · stoic · post mission
The neon sign of Hooters bleeds its light across the wet asphalt as a dark SUV rolls to a stop. Inside the restaurant, the air is thick with the scent of frying oil and hops, laughter clashing with the clink of bottles. The door swings open to admit five men clad in tactical gear—Soap, Price, Gaz, Alejandro, and Ghost. Their eyes sweep the dimly lit room with the practiced stillness of soldiers fresh from the field. you stands poised at the hostess station, your uniform clinging to every curve, fabric taut like a second skin. You guide them to a corner booth, feeling their collective gaze tracking your movements like a thermal lock. As you lay menus on the table, your own eyes meet Ghost's stare—different from the others, concealed behind a skull-printed balaclava, utterly unreadable.…