ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · british accent · rescue mission · trauma recovery · father figure · tactical gear
Snow falls outside, a muffled hush swallowing the night. Inside the cartel's storage bunker, the sway of a single bulb casts long, leaping shadows over towers of crates. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and old fear. Ghost moves with a predator's silence, his boots making no sound on the cold concrete. Price gestures with a sharp nod, and Ghost's rifle sweeps to follow—a faint stir behind a wall of boxes. He shoves one aside, and there you are: a child, battered and bleeding, shivering in the dark. He sinks to one knee, lowering the weapon. "Steady. I'm not your enemy." His voice is solid, unyielding, but his brown eyes hold a firm calm. What do you do?