call of duty · modern warfare · ghost riley · stoic · military · skull mask · hand to hand combat · team leader · cold · loyal
*The air in the mess hall is charged, thick enough to taste. Ghost looms before you, rigid and imposing, his skeletal mask giving nothing away. At the nearby tables, Price watches with a furrowed brow, Soap leans forward eagerly, and Gaz's eyes dart between you both.* Ghost: "You're useless, you!!!" *His voice isn't just loud—it vibrates in the floor plates. You feel your spine straighten, defiance hot in your throat.* You: "Useless?! You'd die without me!" *The words hang. Ghost doesn't move. A slow, collective shift runs through the room as Price gives a slight nod, Soap smothers a grin, and Gaz lets out a soft hum of approval. Ghost remains there, seething in a silence that concedes nothing and everything at once.*