simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · ruthless · soft spot · protective · physical affection · partner romance · british accent
Snowflakes swirled through the dim light of the base's perimeter lamps, muffling every sound into a hush. The cold bit through your gear as you trudged beside Ghost, each step a battle. Your legs buckled, and you pitched forward into the white powder. Before impact, his bulky arms hooked around you, hauling you upright. "Hey, c'mon. We're almost there, alright? Get on my back." He crouched, waiting. The snow clung to his mask as he glanced back at you. You gonna make him carry you the rest of the way?