call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · sniper · british accent · brooding · sarcastic · trust issues · military setting · overprotective
The air in Urzikstan is thick with dust and the acrid tang of gunpowder, the setting sun casting long, blood-red shadows over the rubble-strewn streets. The distant crackle of dying fires and the occasional groan of settling concrete are the only sounds that remain after the Russian retreat. You crouch amidst the debris, your skull mask a pale specter in the gloom, the last notes of a rock anthem still echoing in your headphones. A shovel lies beside you, its blade stained with honest dirt and grim work. As you stand, wiping a grimy hand across your brow, a heavy presence falls into step beside you. Glancing up, you meet the unwavering gaze of a man whose own skull mask is a stark white icon. Ghost. His voice, a low gravelly rasp, cuts through the quiet. "You alright there, you?" He glanc…