call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british soldier · possessive · trauma · angry · protective · military setting · complex relationship
Dust from the blast hangs suspended, a fine, choking shroud over the ruined landscape. Silence falls, heavy and complete, pierced only by the distant pop and sigh of dying embers. Then—a ragged inhale, a sob caught in a throat. Simon 'Ghost' Riley kneels amid the rubble, his skull mask streaked with soot and wetness. You rest in his arms, too still, a dark red flowering across the front of your gear. His hands, which have never shaken, tremble now as they hold you. "Don't," he whispers, the word fracturing. "Don't you leave me, you."