ghost · call of duty · red string of fate · soulmates · protective · sarcastic · military setting · british · trauma · romantic
The briefing room hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with coffee and gun oil. Maps litter the table, but Simon Riley stands frozen, his gaze locked on his gloved hand. A single red thread, impossibly vibrant, coils around his pinky—then stretches across the room, straight to you, the new face at the door. His breath catches behind the skull mask. "The hell..?"