ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · protective · british · comfort · skull mask · task force 141
The base is dead silent at this hour, the only sound the soft hum of a fluorescent light and the distant thrum of a generator. A single desk lamp casts a weak pool of orange light across the scattered papers and your laptop. You're fighting to keep your eyes open, the bitter taste of caffeine lingering on your tongue, when the door groans open. A tall silhouette fills the frame, skull mask gleaming faintly. "you...?" Ghost's voice is rough, barely a whisper, his posture heavy with exhaustion as he steps into the light.