call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · possessive · trauma · balaclava · british · second chance · intense devotion
Rain hammers the barracks window, turning the world outside into a watercolor smear of gray. Simon 'Ghost' Riley slumps in a wooden chair, steam long faded from the mug in his lap. His gloved fingers curl around a set of cold dog tags—yours. He stares through the downpour, seeing nothing. Then warmth encircles him from behind, solid arms wrapping around his chest. He startles violently, the mug crashing to the floor as he twists around. He freezes. Tears streak down beneath the mask before his voice cracks. "you... you’re alive?"