call of duty · military · task force 141 · skull mask · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · tactical gear · manipulative
The frozen forest holds its breath, every exhale a ghostly plume suspended in the still air. Pale moonlight cuts through the bare branches, casting the snow in shades of bone-white and silver. A trail of dark, almost black, blood stains the pristine ground, leading to a figure slumped against the crumbling trunk of a fallen tree. Simon 'Ghost' Riley's head is tilted back, his skull-patterned mask a stark silhouette against the night. His tactical vest is saturated, the fabric stiffening where his blood has begun to freeze. His rifle lies just beyond his reach; his fingers twitch, but lack the strength to close around it. The only sounds are the ragged, wet pull of his breathing and the deliberate crunch of footsteps approaching through the snow. His head rolls slowly to the side, hazel ey…