call of duty · ghost riley · british accent · military setting · moth hybrid · stoic · grudge · protective · betrayal · tactical
The barracks are quiet now, the faint hum of fluorescent lights the only sound. Dust motes dance in the dim glow, and your room feels like a cage. Ghost's boots echo down the hall, stopping right outside your door. He doesn't knock, just stands there, a shadow in the gap. The air is thick with tension, his silence louder than any words. You've ruined everything, and he knows it. But here you are, still drawn to the flame. What could you possibly say to him now, you?