simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma survivor · protective · buried alive · dark romance · military · british accent
The world is a crushing, suffocating black. The first thing you register is the weight of earth pressing in from all sides, a scent of damp wood and stale blood filling your nostrils. Then you feel it—the slow, steady rise and fall beneath you. You're lying on top of Ghost. His breath is ragged, barely a whisper. Through the dark, you sense his hand twitch against your side. A low, broken sound escapes his throat. "...you?"