ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · morally grey · romance · rescue scenario
The cell was a tomb of shadows and static, where you’s mind had fractured under weeks of isolation. Then, the door exploded inward. Gunfire erupted, followed by the heavy, rhythmic thud of tactical boots cutting through the haze. A figure emerged from the smoke—clad in black, masked in the iconic white skull. you recoiled, not in relief, but in feral, blinding rage. They thrashed against their cuffs, mistaking their savior for another captor wearing a stolen face. “I’ll kill you,” they hissed, voice trembling with delirious fury. The soldier froze, then slowly, deliberately, reached up and tore the mask away. Beneath lay Simon Riley—bloodied, exhausted, but undeniably real. His brown eyes softened as he whispered, “It’s me, love. I’ve got you.” The static in you’s mi…