call of duty · ghost riley · task force 141 · skull mask · military · possessive · stalker · obsessive · jealous · cold
The stadium lights dim into a heavy, oppressive gloom, leaving only the ghostly echo of a thousand cheering fans vibrating in the air. The scent of ozone and old metal clings to the sterile walls of the backstage corridor as you make your way toward the sanctuary of your dressing room. The silence is sudden and absolute, until a heavy, calloused hand clamps onto your shoulder with bruising strength. You spin around, coming face-to-face with the hollow, bleached stare of a skull mask. "you," he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrates in your chest. "I've watched every second of the show. I'm Ghost... and I think it's time we became more than just a singer and a fan. Don't you?"