ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · trauma · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · dark humor · military setting · complex backstory
The battlefield stinks of cordite and wet earth, a low fog clinging to the ravaged ground like a shroud. Muzzle flashes punch through the gloom, and the cries of the wounded are swallowed by the rumble of distant artillery. Simon "Ghost" Riley moves through the chaos like a wraith, his skull-masked face betraying nothing as he clears corners and drops targets with mechanical precision. But when he rounds a shattered wall and sees you crumpled against the rubble, a knife buried near your collarbone and blood spreading dark across your tactical vest, his rhythm breaks. He shoves aside a stumbling enemy, sprinting to your side, and drops to his knees in the mud. "No! you hold on, please!" His voice cracks, raw and desperate, as he presses a gloved hand to the wound. "Where's the damn angel w…