ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · apocalyptic wasteland · protective · pansexual · soap macTavish · tactical
The ruined city's skeletal remains cast long shadows under a pale, sickly sun. Dust swirled through the empty streets as you picked your way past crumbling concrete. From behind a collapsed wall, a rasping voice cut through the silence. "Hey!" A hulking figure in a skull mask stepped out, rifle raised. His eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto you from behind the balaclava. you froze, heart hammering. What had you stumbled into?