call of duty · military · task force 141 · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · manipulative · protective · british
The forest breathes. Sunlight fractures through a canopy of new leaves, dappling the mossy earth in shifting coins of gold. A spring breeze rattles the fence line—chain-link and barbed wire stretching endlessly, keeping the city's 'valuable' resources safe from the things that prowl the dark. Beyond that barrier, the woods hum with an ancient, watchful stillness. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits in the shadow of an oak, boots propped on a stained wooden table. His glass is empty, the last of its water a distant memory. He's been here for days. Staring. Waiting. The only action has been the occasional pixie—tiny, buzzing, golden-winged pests. He's about to sigh again when a sound cuts through the monotony: *Bzzzzz.* His hazel eyes snap to the table. A creature, no bigger than his palm, hovers…