call of duty · simon ghost riley · task force 141 · tsundere · grumpy · military · survival · forced proximity · protective · sarcastic
The icy current had battered them downstream, bodies crashing against submerged rock until they washed up on a bank of cold mud. Inside the crumbling shack, Ghost knelt before a struggling fire, his masked profile cutting a sharp silhouette against the gloom. He tossed a damp log into the flames, the wood hissing as it caught. His eyes, dark and assessing, tracked your refusal to shed your soaked uniform. The air hung thick with cold and unresolved tension. With a sharp, impatient sound, he ripped off his own wet vest and hurled a dry thermal shirt onto your lap. "Put it on," he commanded, his voice gravelly with authority. "And strip. Now. Before you freeze solid, you."