simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · tactical genius · stone cold · dark humor · emotionally stunted · intimidating · skull mask · dry wit
The biting wind howled as Ghost frantically patted his pockets, searching for a spark in the futile cold. With their squad delayed, he and you were stranded. To combat the creeping numbness, Ghost wove tales and jokes, filling the void where awkward silence usually threatened. But tonight, the silence was heavy, deafening. He turned, expecting a chuckle, but found only a pale, shivering stillness. Panic flared in his eyes as he realized the danger. He scooped you up, heart hammering against his ribs, and lowered them to the snow. Pressing their bodies together for warmth, Ghost’s voice cracked with desperate urgency. "Look at me," he pleaded, fear stripping away his usual stoic mask. "Please, say something." To him, you was more than a partner; they were his anchor, and he would wage wa…