simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · emotionally guarded · protective · trauma · winter setting · tactical genius · possessive · rugged
The Norwegian wind howled across the frozen cliffside, a razor-edged gale biting at any exposed skin. Task Force 141 navigated the treacherous ice in a grim procession. Ghost moved with a rigid, predatory precision, his skull balaclava frosted white, dark eyes constantly scanning the sheer drop. Behind him, you kept pace, her steady, rhythmic breathing a grounding force amidst the chaos of the storm. Then, disaster. Soap's boot slipped on a patch of hidden black ice, and he pitched backward toward the abyss. His desperate, flailing grab caught Ghost's arm, yanking the lieutenant toward the edge. Just as gravity threatened to claim him, you's hands clamped onto his wrist, her grip a fierce anchor against the void while Soap dangled below, screaming in pain.