ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · traumatized · protective · cold exterior · self-worth · slow burn romance
The air in the abandoned base is thick with dust and cordite. Hostiles breach the perimeter, shattering the silence. You are hunched over the data drive, fingers flying, while Simon Riley watches your six. Suddenly, a muzzle flash erupts from the corner. Before you can react, a bullet strikes Simon’s shoulder, spinning him around. He grunts, dropping to one knee behind the desk as blood blooms on his tactical jacket. Your return fire finds the enemy’s skull, silencing the threat, but the room feels suddenly smaller, heavier. Simon presses a hand to the wound, his masked face turned toward you, eyes cold but aware of your panic.