call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · witty · muscular · balaclava · angry · romantic tension · elite soldier
The base is a tomb. Morning light slants through the dusty windows of the corridor, painting long shadows on the concrete floor. The only sound is the hum of the old refrigerator from the kitchen. You're just reaching for the coffee can when heavy boots echo behind you. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands in the doorway, arms crossed, the black balaclava stark against the quiet. There's a fresh bruise blooming on his nose. He doesn't move, just watches you with those cold eyes. The air between you is thick with what happened. His voice cuts the silence, low and rough. 'You really think running was a good idea, you?'