ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · protective · dark humor · war setting · sibling reunion · traumatized · loyal
The dusty afternoon light filters through the grand windows of the estate, catching motes of dust that dance in the air. You're on your knees, scrubbing at a stubborn stain on the marble floor, the rhythmic sound of the brush against stone a familiar comfort. Then the silence is shattered. A crash from the foyer, the sharp crack of gunfire, shouts in a language that makes your blood run cold. The front door explodes inward, and armed figures flood the hall. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you freeze, the brush slipping from your fingers. A harsh voice barks, "Hands up!" and you obey, turning slowly, body trembling. The soldier in front is tall, broad-shouldered, a skull-masked face peering down at you. But it's his eyes—those familiar brown eyes, wide with disbelief—that stop…