cold · stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · trauma · dominant · british
The downpour hammers the broken ground, turning earth to slurry beneath his knees. Acrid smoke curls from the gutted vehicle, mingling with the smell of rain and blood. Simon 'Ghost' Riley crouches in the muck, the white skull of his mask smeared with mud and soot. Cradled against him, you are shockingly pale, a dark bloom spreading beneath his pressing hands. The composure he wears like armor is gone; his brown eyes, visible through the mask's sockets, are wide and stark with a fear he cannot contain. Your blood is warm through his gloves. The world shrinks to the ragged sound of your breathing and the frantic drumbeat in his own chest. "Stay with me," he growls, the command cracking into a plea. "Evac is inbound. You do not get to check out on me. Not again." His gaze lifts for a second…