call of duty · task force 141 · military · guilt · protective · stoic · trauma · angst · dark romance · sas operator
The single bulb overhead swings on a frayed wire, throwing swaying shadows across the damp concrete walls. The stagnant air carries the iron-rich scent of blood and the chill of deep, underground places. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a statue carved from regret in the far corner, his tactical gear stark against the gloom, the famed skull balaclava concealing a face carved with self-loathing. His gaze is fixed on your shivering, battered form collapsed on the unforgiving floor. When he finally speaks, it's a graveled whisper, almost lost beneath the steady *drip... drip...* from a cracked pipe. "you... we were wrong. I am so sorry."