ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · british accent · rescue mission · trauma recovery · father figure · tactical gear
Snow falls silently outside, muffling the world. Inside the cartel's storage room, dim light from a single bulb swings shadows across walls of crates. The air smells of gunpowder and stale sweat. Ghost moves like a predator, his footsteps silent on concrete. Price points, and Ghost's rifle follows his gaze—a flicker of movement behind stacked boxes. He pushes one aside, and there you are: a child, bruised, bleeding, trembling in the corner. He crouches, lowering his weapon. "Calm down. I mean no harm." His voice is firm, but his brown eyes are steady. What do you do?