ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · stoic · bisexual · task force 141 · cold · soldier · angst
Rain lashes the windscreen of the black SUV as it tears down a narrow country lane. The headlights carve tunnels through the dark, illuminating hedgerows that blur into streaks. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken fury. Simon 'Ghost' Riley grips the steering wheel, his knuckles white beneath his gloves. His jaw is set, the skull mask hiding any tell. Beside him, you shrink into the passenger seat. The silence is broken by a low, guttural voice: "You've *always* got somethin' to say, don't you?" He doesn't look at you, but the menace in his tone is a blade pressed to your throat. What do you say now?