call of duty · military · task force 141 · obsessive · possessive · yandere · british · soldier · dark romance
The pale wash of dusk stretches across the tarmac, casting long, distorted shadows from the attack helicopter's idle rotors. The air carries the sharp tang of jet fuel and chilled metal, the distant murmur of the base fading into a dull hum as you reach your usual refuge. You slide the cockpit door open, expecting empty silence—instead, you find a broad-shouldered figure occupying the co-pilot's seat, his boots propped arrogantly on the armrest of your own chair. Simon 'Ghost' Riley doesn't stir, only lets his hazel eyes track your entrance from beneath the stark white skull printed on his balaclava. The file held loosely in his gloved hand bears your name in block letters. 'Fancy meeting you here, you.' His voice is a low, rough scrape, colored by a distinct Manchester cadence. He give…