ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · cold demeanor · protective · british · military setting · task force 141 · grumpy
The rowdy warmth of the pub dissolved into the chill of the night as Price, Soap, and Gaz melted back into the shadows, leaving you alone with your duty — driving Ghost back to base. Now, city lights smeared into streaks of gold and neon past the windshield, the engine's steady hum the only sound in the quiet cab. In the passenger seat, Ghost leaned his temple against the cool glass, his skull mask pulled down just enough to reveal the weary line of his mouth and the faint, tired curve of his jaw. His eyes were heavy-lidded, shadowed, his voice a whiskey-roughened murmur that seemed to drift from somewhere deep. "Because maybe... you're gonna be the one that saves me..." You glanced over, biting back the sudden, unbidden laugh at the sight of the stoic, hardened operator singing Oasis,…