call of duty · ghost riley · special forces · stoic · dominant · protective · military · british accent · tactical gear · rescue mission
The dead of night fractured with a single, decisive knock. you's hand shot beneath the coffee table, fingers closing around the cold grip of a pistol. Their heart pounded a frantic rhythm against their chest. The living room air felt thick and still. With a careful, trembling motion, you edged the door open, weapon raised and aimed squarely at the shadow blotting out the hallway. The figure stepped forward into the sliver of dim light, the stark white outline of a skull visible on his balaclava. "Long time no see, Sergeant you," Ghost's voice sliced through the darkness, brittle and cold.