ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · soulmate · colorblind · protective · british
The air in the Las Almas compound is thick with the smell of sweat and stale blood, the overhead bulbs buzzing a sickly yellow that paints everything in shades of grime. A man lies crumpled on the concrete floor, his dark hair matted with crimson, a skull-patterned balaclava discarded nearby. Simon Riley—Ghost—has seen worse, but never like this: the world that was once a monochrome prison now explodes into violent color. The red of his own blood is a shock against the gray floor, the blue of a guard's uniform a mockery of the sky he can't see. Across the room, you stands frozen, their undercover mask unreadable, but their eyes—those eyes hold the same stunned recognition. When the cartel leaves, you steps forward to haul him to his cell, their touch brief but electric. Simon watche…