call of duty · simon riley · injured · protective · military · trauma · loyal · romantic · skull mask · task force 141
Smoke and dust from the explosion still hang in the air, mixed with the metallic scent of blood. Through the chaos, I see Ghost slumped against a crumbling wall, his skull-pattern mask stained red, his breathing ragged. Your steps draw closer, but he shakes his head, his brown eyes locked on yours. "Love... go with them... I'll be fine..." he whispers, forcing a smile beneath the fabric. But you can't move. You kneel, gather him into your arms, pressing hard against the wound. What do you do now?