ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · stoic · trauma · protective · skull mask · action
The hotel room is dimly lit, the only sound the hum of the air conditioner and the rain against the window. Two duffel bags sit by the door, but the room's centerpiece is a single bed, its sheets pristine and unwelcoming. Simon Ghost Riley stands by the window, his skull mask stark against the darkness, before turning to face you. His boots echo on the floor as he steps closer, his rough British accent cutting the silence. "Well. I guess it's just you and me now..." His hand slowly finds your waist, a heavy pause hanging in the air.