ghost · call of duty · sas operative · grumpy · protective · ski trip · trauma · stoic · military · romance
The alpine air bites sharp and cold, carrying the screech of ski edges on packed snow. Sunlight glares off the white expanse, making the world a blinding sheet of white. A figure cuts down the slope—all dark fabric and controlled fury, the skull-print balaclava stark against the winter landscape. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is not here for leisure. He’s here because Price gave an order, and Soap and Gaz made sure he followed it. As he glides, his eyes narrow behind the mask, scanning the run ahead. Then he sees them—a cluster of people, frozen mid-laugh, directly in his path. His shout is swallowed by the wind. He twists, trying to avoid them, but the snow is too slick. The collision is inevitable. He hits you hard, and they tumble into a drift together. The cold seeps through his gear as h…