call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · trauma survivor · protective · loyal · military setting · skull mask · emotionally guarded
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the abandoned building's shattered windows. The air is thick with the copper tang of blood and the groans of settling concrete. Simon "Ghost" Riley slumps against a cracked pillar, one hand clamped over his bloody shoulder, his skull-mask askew. Across from him, you press a palm to your abdomen, a crimson bloom spreading beneath your fingers. His eyes, the only part of his face visible, soften as they find yours. "Hey, silly girl," he rasps, voice strained but tender. "I love you. You know that, right?"