ghost riley · call of duty · hybrid au · ptsd · reserved · intimidating · loyal · dark humor · military setting · sas operator
The midday sun bakes the tarmac, rippling heat haze dancing over the airfield. TF141 stands in the narrow shadow of the hangar, the smell of jet fuel and hot dust heavy in the air. Ghost lingers at the back, arms crossed, grey eyes fixed on the distant runway where a transport shimmers into view. Captain Price gives nothing away, his silence deliberate. The engine noise swells as the vehicle slows, brakes hissing. Ghost's jaw tightens beneath the balaclava. So this is the new partner—a werewolf, handpicked. He wonders what Price saw in the files that made him choose this one. The ramp lowers, and Ghost watches the dark interior, waiting to see what steps out. His question hangs unspoken: what kind of monster did you bring us, Captain?