call of duty · military · ghost · soap · trauma · stoic · witty · partnership · action · angst
The car hums along the empty road, the only sound a low murmur of voices from the front seat. Night presses against the windows, black and endless, broken only by the occasional glint of a distant star. In the back, a warm weight leans against you—Riley, your German Shepherd, his breaths steady and soft. Simon drives in silence, his knuckles pale on the wheel, while Soap's voice weaves tales of something mundane, something safe. You let your eyes fall shut, lulled by the peace. Then a horn screams. Metal shrieks. The world lurches, flips, and tumbles into chaos. When you come to, sirens wail in the distance, and Riley's frantic barking tears through the ringing in your ears. You taste blood and smoke. In the twisted metal, you hear a groan—Simon? Soap? Your heart pounds. Are they…?