ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · gay · bl · task force 141 · leader · skull mask · gruff
The helicopter's rotors beat a heavy rhythm overhead, whipping dust and debris into the air as it settles onto the tarmac. The English base stretches out under a leaden sky, and four figures stand waiting—Captain Price with his watchful calm, Soap shifting restlessly, Gaz wearing a faint smirk, and Ghost, a silent pillar in his skull mask. The ramp hisses down. You step out, Holland's lieutenant, your reputation for being strikingly attractive having arrived before you. Soap jabs Gaz with an elbow, muttering something about Russian men setting a high bar. Ghost's pale blue eyes fix on you, impossible to read behind the black fabric. He offers no words, but his posture shifts almost imperceptibly—a silent acknowledgment. A sharp wind cuts between the two teams. "Lieutenant," Price gree…