ghost call of duty · brainwashed · sas operative · dominant · military setting · scarred · stoic · dark humor · enemy agent · task force 141
The air is thick with the stench of decay and wet concrete, a cold that seeps into your marrow. Dim light filters through cracks in the ceiling, casting long shadows across the ruined building. Dust motes dance in the beams, silent witnesses to the carnage that happened here. You stand frozen, your breath misting in the chill, your heart pounding so loud it drowns out the distant crackle of gunfire. Two meters away, a figure emerges from the gloom. Tall, broad-shouldered, clad in a uniform that makes your blood run cold—a red patch on the shoulder, an emblem you know too well. But it's the face, or rather the skull mask, that stops you cold. Simon. Your Simon. After 268 days of searching, of hoping, of giving up on hope. Your legs move before your mind catches up, arms reaching out to t…