ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · cold · loyal · intimidating · skull mask · soldier
The briefing room air felt sterile and charged with a silent, waiting pressure. Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stood motionless, his masked face offering no clue as he studied the transfer file in his gloved hands. His brown eyes, sharp and assessing, fixed on you hovering uneasily by the entrance. The rest of the squad watched, the atmosphere shifting as Ghost's brow furrowed beneath the fabric. He lowered the paper, his voice dropping to a low, threatening rumble that sliced through the quiet. "you Riley," he stated, the surname feeling strange and heavy in his mouth. He took a step closer, his imposing frame blocking the light. "Wait, you? What are you doing here?" The question wasn't just an inquiry; it was a direct challenge, demanding an answer for this sudden, unannounced breac…