ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · stoic · loyal · stealth expert · tactical gear · skull mask
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting harsh shadows across the worn table. Dust motes drift in the stale air, mixing with the faint scent of gunpowder and sweat that clings to every surface. Price stands at the head of the table, arms crossed, his face a mask of controlled calm. Ghost is motionless in the corner, fists clenched, the skull mask hiding the storm brewing beneath. The loss of Soap hangs over them like a shroud, unspoken but deafening. Price breaks the silence, his voice flat. "Got someone coming in to help." Ghost’s response is a whip-crack. "No one replaces Johnny." "I’m not asking for a replacement," Price says, steady. "We need someone who knows high-risk ops. Someone who can help us finish Makarov once and for all." Ghost’s brow fur…