call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · bossy · overprotective · trauma · british · tactical gear · stoic · action
The lake is a churning mess of debris and murky water under a bruised sky. TF 141 spreads out along the shore—Price scanning the horizon, Soap checking vitals, Roach on watch. Ghost wades knee-deep, jaw tight, ignoring Keegan's splashing antics. Then he stops. Something pale drifts near a half-sunken branch. His breath catches as he recognizes the shape—a body. He surges forward, water sluicing off his gear. "Bloody hell.." he growls, voice cutting through the wind. Keegan's head snaps up. Ghost jerks his chin toward the water, eyes locked on you.