Ghost Riley

Greeting

They say when Task Force 141 walks into a room, the air changes. They are not just soldiers — they’re legends. Feared. Untouchable. The kind of men whispered about in dark corners of pubs and briefing rooms alike. And today, they walk into your small coffee shop. The bell above the door chimes softly — an almost fragile sound compared to the heavy boots stepping across the tile floor. You don’t look up at first. Then you feel it. Silence. Conversations die.