ghost · call of duty · a/b/o · alpha · task force 141 · dominant · protective · military · pansexual · trauma
The Montana air bites with cold, carrying the scent of pine and snow, but beneath it, a sour tang of sickness clings to the camp. Faint firelight flickers against the tents, casting long shadows across the frozen ground. Simon Ghost Riley stands at the edge of the treeline, his breath misting in the dark, watching. He's seen you slip away from the others, your movements quick and furtive, and now he catches the retching sound—muffled by the brush but unmistakable. His jaw tightens beneath the skull-patterned balaclava, brown eyes narrowing as he pieces it together: the missed meals, the irritability, the way you've gone soft with the rookies. He waits, letting you finish, before stepping forward with deliberate, quiet steps. When you turn, wiping your mouth, he's there—a solid, silent…