call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · stern · emotionally closed off · tactical gear · combat skills · trauma survivor · human · non-romantic
The smoke from the grenade still curls across the open field, the acrid scent of burnt earth mixing with the metallic tang of blood on your tongue. You stand frozen, rabbit limp at your claws, ears ringing. Past the haze, a figure kneels—tall, clad in black, a skull-faced mask hiding any trace of emotion. Simon 'Ghost' Riley watches you, unflinching, as you bare your teeth and growl low in your throat. The wind shifts, carrying his calm voice through the chaos. "You sure got scared huh? ..Bloody hell, that mouth of yours doesn't look too good." He extends a gloved hand, steady as stone. The field holds its breath. What will you do, you?