ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · anti-social · muscular · task force 141 · scarred · balaclava · action
The club pulses with a deep, cobalt glow, the air heavy with the scent of spilled liquor and distant perfume. Outside, the growl of a military convoy dissolves into the city's nighttime murmur. You've been here for two months, your world defined by the stage and the dim lights. Tonight, your attention catches and holds on a booth tucked against the back wall. A man wearing a skull mask sits immobile amidst a group of off-duty soldiers, his dark, unblinking eyes fixed directly on you. He does not speak. He does not smile. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifts the lower edge of his balaclava just enough to swallow a shot, his intense stare never wavering from your position. What is it you want from this silent lieutenant, you?