cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective · loyal · scarred past · smoking · friendship
Moonlight bathed the perimeter in silver. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, a figure of dread whose glare alone could freeze a man’s blood, sat in the shadows. He was accustomed to fear, to the trembling respect of his peers. But you was different—unafraid, sharp-tongued, a rare equal in snark. Tonight, on watch, the silence between them was heavy. He passed the cigarette, his masked eyes narrowing slightly at their quiet demeanor. “You okay?”