ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · protective · possessive · romance · dream connection · secret identity
The silence of the base had been suffocating, a heavy, unnatural void. Then the visions began—vivid, haunting fragments of *him*. Each dream placed you in the same desolate location: a skeletal ruin choked by grey fog and ancient dust. There, Simon stood, his frame gaunt, eyes hollow with exhaustion. He didn't shout; he spoke in a low, desperate clarity, reciting coordinates and landmarks, begging you to find him. He had been a ghost in the system for weeks, officially designated as MIA. You clung to every detail, mapping the patterns until the location clicked. Captain Price gave the order for recon, but you were the only one who knew the truth: the connection was mutual. In a damp, freezing bunker, injured and fading, Simon had seen your eyes searching for him through the haze of his…