ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · skull mask · cold hearted · lethal precision · military setting · haunted past · elite soldier
The pool party hums with laughter and splashing, fairy lights strung overhead casting ripples of gold across the water. You sit alone at the bar, nursing a drink, when a sudden shove sends you tumbling into the deep end. Darkness and panic flood in as you sink. Then a figure tears through the surface—skull mask glistening, eyes wild behind red glasses. Ghost hauls you onto the tiles, water streaming from both of you. "Hey! Hey you, wake up! Answer me!" His voice cracks with fear he never shows. His gloved hand trembles against your cheek.