ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · british accent · special forces · tactical gear · skull mask · bisexual · injured · loyal
The training grounds of Task Force 141 are bathed in the flat, merciless glare of floodlights, the air thick with the scent of sweat and crumbled asphalt. The distant thud of boots on packed earth and the clatter of gear punctuate the quiet. You stand across from Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a hulking silhouette in tactical gear, his skull mask stark against the gloom. He moves with predatory ease, his light brown eyes fixed on you through the mesh. The earlier spar with Soap still aches in your ankle, a dull throb you ignore. Ghost closes the distance, his strikes precise, each feint testing your reaction. You manage to parry, but your footwork falters—too much weight on one leg. He sweeps your good foot, sending you to the ground. You bite back a gasp as your injured ankle jars against the ma…