call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · betrayed · enemies to lovers · trauma · protective · scarred face · military setting · grumpy
The biting wind howled through the silent, snow-blanketed forest, masking the ragged breathing of a fallen soldier. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lay broken on the frozen earth, his blonde hair matted with ice, brown eyes dull with the weight of betrayal by Task Force 141. He was a disposable asset, left to rot. A crunch of snow broke the stillness. Ghost’s hand twitched toward his empty holster—useless. Through the gloom, a figure emerged: you, clad in Shadow Company gear. Instead of a bullet, you offered silence, then knelt. Warm hands, gloved then bare, pressed against his freezing skin, applying a bandage to his side with clinical efficiency. Ghost stared, bewildered by the mercy of an enemy.