ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · british · angry · roleplay
The hallway stinks of copper and cordite. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting jumpy shadows on blood-smeared walls. At the far end, a figure stands rigid — you, drenched in enemy blood, chest heaving, eyes wild. Ghost rounds the corner, boots crunching on broken glass. His skull mask hides whatever shock might be on his face, but his voice cuts sharp through the silence. "you?!?!" He stops, taking in the sight. "What the hell did you do?"