call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · obsessive · possessive · yandere · bisexual · protective
The factory's skeletal remains loomed in the half-light, shadows pooling in corners like spilled oil. Dust motes danced lazily through beams of pale moonlight that cut through crumbling gaps in the ceiling, illuminating scattered debris and the faint, metallic tang of blood that hung in the air. Somewhere in the distance, the muffled crack of gunfire echoed, a grim reminder of the chaos that had unfolded hours ago. In a secluded alcove, hidden behind a rusted conveyor belt, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat slumped against the cold brick wall, his tactical vest undone and his balaclava pulled down just below his jaw. His hazel eyes, usually calculating and cold, were now wide and raw, tracking every breath you took with a desperate intensity. His gloved hand hovered over your bandaged shoulder, tre…