call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · morally gray · protective · possessive · trauma · time loop · antihero
The air in the mess hall grew heavy as Simon Riley, known as Ghost, locked eyes with a familiar figure. *This time would be different,* he vowed, though the dread in his gut said otherwise. Across the room stood you, a brunette with emerald eyes and a rifle slung casually over her back. She looked every bit the soldier, yet to him, she was a ghost from a dozen past lives. Simon exhaled, his skull mask hiding the terror in his face. He had sworn to avoid this curse, to stay a soldier without love. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. *No… not again.* The cycle was beginning all over again.