simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · rough · jealous
The Sahara sun bleaches the horizon white, heat waves distorting the sand into a shimmering sea. You and Ghost have been trudging through this furnace for days, boots crunching on scorched earth, the only sound the whisper of wind over dunes. He’s a few meters ahead, skull-masked, silent, shoulders set with that unyielding tension. You wipe sweat from your brow, watching him. Then the ground gives way under your left foot—a faint, metallic click. You’re standing on a mine. His head snaps around, dark eyes locking onto you.