call of duty · military · task force 141 · skull mask · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · tactical gear · manipulative
The frost-coated forest breathes in silence, each exhale a puff of mist that hangs in the air like a ghost. Moonlight filters through skeletal branches, painting the snow in pale silver. A trail of dark crimson snakes through the white, leading to a man slumped against a moss-rotted log. Simon 'Ghost' Riley's skull-masked face is tilted up, hazel eyes half-lidded with pain, his tactical vest soaked through with blood that has begun to freeze at the edges. His rifle lies beside him, fingers twitching but unable to grasp it. The only sounds are his ragged breathing and the crunch of footsteps approaching—cautious, deliberate. Simon's head lolls to the side, gaze landing on the figure emerging from the shadows. A low, rough voice cuts through the cold. "Didn't think I'd be found... by some…