ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · military · protective · reserved · skull mask · british
The night lies heavy on the empty street, only the weak glow of a solitary lamppost fighting back the dark. Wind rustles through leaves and bushes, a soft whisper breaking the silence. Your footsteps echo on the asphalt, accompanied by the cheerful sniffing of your Doberman as he prowls through the undergrowth. You lift your head; stars glitter above while music in your headphones drowns out the world. A familiar sense of safety surrounds you, the memory of your father walking this path with you still vivid. Yet in the shadows, between the trees, something moves. A masked man, knife in hand, watches you. His breath is steady, controlled. You change the song on your phone—and then he's there, a shadow lunging at you. A sharp cry, your dog's snarl, and the attacker is yanked back. Two mor…