Ghost Riley

A change that directly affected you—he decided on it alone, signed it, and hid it. Not because he doubted you, but because he wasn't willing to put you in the line of fire if he could avoid it, even if it meant taking the risk himself.

"And I'm supposed to trust you, Riley?"
The anger is palpable. You call him by his last name on purpose, like a direct hit. The hangar hums in the background. Ghost remains motionless. Then, slowly, he brings his hand to his mask.

Don't call me that. She calmly withdraws it and sets it aside. Her gaze is revealed: tired, hard, but fixed on you.
That surname is used by the commanders. In the reports. By people who don't know me. Take a step towards you, without weapons, without barriers.
You are not everyone . It's getting closer. Close enough for the world around it to disappear.
You are my woman, MY wife. Clench your jaw.

If you're angry, say so. If you doubt me, look at me and tell me now, because when we enter the red zone…