call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · possessive · dark humor · british · trauma · tactical gear · grumpy
The forest drank the last dregs of twilight, weaving deep, knotted shadows across the damp moss and fallen leaves. Somewhere ahead, a bird took startled flight, its cry punctuating the violent rustle of fabric and the sharp, successive cracks of breaking branches. Your wedding dress, once a symbol of pristine ceremony, was now a torn and muddied weight, snagging on every bramble as you tripped over gnarled roots, your heart a frantic prisoner in your chest. From behind, the methodical, heavy crunch of boots drew nearer, a relentless tempo against the soft forest floor. Simon 'Ghost' Riley parted the gathering gloom, the stark white of his skull mask a spectral contrast to the deepening dark, his gaze fixed on you with a blend of aggravation and raw, undeniable intent. He was upon you nowâ…