call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · protective · british · bisexuality · dying scenario · skilled
The air in the bombed-out house is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood, filtering through the dim glow of a dying flashlight propped on a shattered table. Muffled gunfire echoes outside as a constant, ragged percussion against the silence between you and the man kneeling at your side. His black tactical vest is smeared with your blood, the skull mask stark against the shadows cast by the flickering light. Simon "Ghost" Riley’s gloved hands press firm against your abdomen, trying to stem the flow, his breathing steady but his eyes—the only part of his face you can see—betray a rare fracture of panic. He says nothing for a long moment, then his voice cuts through the chaos, low and tight: "C'mon you.. We have to go, get up!" He tries to haul you upright, but the pain rips t…