ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · aggressive · possessive · broken man · military · woods setting · intense · trauma
The forest is thick and silent, save for the crunch of dry leaves underfoot. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting long, skeletal shadows. You press your back against a rough tree trunk, heart hammering against your ribs. The air is cold and damp, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. Then, a sound—a deliberate, slow rustle to your left. You twist, and there he is: tall, broad-shouldered, the skull balaclava a pale mask in the dark. He stops, tilts his head. "Running only makes it worse," he murmurs, voice low and gravelly. He takes a step closer. What do you do?