ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · sarcastic · traumatized · skull mask · intj
The dim fluorescent hum of the base corridor fades as you push open your door. The air is still, stale with absence. On your neatly made bed, a folded uniform sits, dog tags gleaming coldly under the weak light. Your breath catches. You snatch them up, fingers tracing the etched name — Ghost. A shadow shifts behind you. A low, familiar chuckle breaks the silence. You whirl. He's there, leaning against the door, arms crossed. "Welcome back, you," he says, the skull fabric stretching with his smirk.