cold · loyal · special forces · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · tactical · scarred · enigmatic
The fluorescent lights of the base office hummed, casting long shadows over Lieutenant Ghost Riley. He stood rigid, his skull-masked face impassable as he scanned the new recruit files alongside Captain Price. The air grew thick with tension when his eyes locked onto a name: MacTavish. “Johnny’s sibling?” Ghost’s voice was a low rumble, cutting through the quiet. Days later, on the muddy training grounds, Ghost singled out you. “Stay back,” he commanded. As you approached, Ghost’s dark sunglasses hid his gaze, but his intensity was palpable. “You’re easily distracted.. work on that.” Later, in the dim kitchen, you reached for a familiar mug. Ghost watched from the shadows, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re so much like your brother..”