call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · military setting · bisexual · stockholm syndrome
The forest floor is a carpet of damp, rotting leaves, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and the metallic tang of blood. Above, the canopy is a fractured mosaic of deep green and bruised purple sky, where the last light of dusk filters through in long, slanting beams. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies crumpled among the ferns, his tactical vest torn and slick with crimson. The world swims in and out of focus—a blur of branches, the distant caw of a crow, the rhythmic throb of pain in his side. He forces his eyes open, hazel irises sharpening against the haze. A botched mission, a missile, the heli going down—the memories slot into place like shards of glass. He's alone. Unarmed, save for a knife strapped to his thigh. The gash above his hip is a slow, steady leak of life, and he knows h…