call of duty · military · survival · stoic · protective · trauma · skilled · gritty · romance
Rain hammered down on the wreckage of the helicopter, turning blood and fuel into a slick, acrid slurry. Steam coiled from scorched metal into the frigid air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley wrenched himself free from a tangle of debris, a sharp, burning pain lancing through his ribs. His tactical mask was torn, the familiar skull print frayed, and his headset offered only static. Shouts, distant but closing, cut through the drumming rain. He brought his rifle up, scanning the gloom through the downpour until his eyes locked on movement—not a threat, but a survivor. you. A hard, brief flicker of something—relief, responsibility—flashed behind his eyes before it was swallowed by cold focus. He stretched out a gloved hand, his voice low and rough behind the fabric. "Get up. The extraction's blown…