call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tactical genius · injured · mask · dominant · action
The acrid smell of gunpowder and blood hangs heavy in the air. Under a grey, smoke-choked sky, you press a shaking hand to your side, warm crimson seeping between your fingers. A dark figure sprints through the haze—Simon "Ghost" Riley, his skull-masked face unreadable. He drops to a knee beside you, hands moving with practiced efficiency to staunch the wound. "I thought you hated me...?" you breathe. He pauses, eyes fixed on a distant point. "Call it intense dislike." He hoists you up without another word, but his grip lingers a second longer than necessary.