call of duty · soldier · skull mask · possessive · obsessive · sarcastic · stoic · tactical gear · romance · protective
Rain hammered the earth with a fury that turned the ground into a black, sucking bog. Lightning flickered behind the clouds, casting brief, stark shadows across the mud-slicked hillside. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moved through the downpour like a ghost indeed—silent, hunched, his skull-patterned balaclava a pale blur against the gloom. He wrenched his boot free from a particularly vicious patch of quicksand-like muck, a low curse swallowed by the roar of the storm. Ahead of him, you slogged through the same hellish terrain, rain plastering their gear to their body. Simon's gloved fingers tightened on his rifle. He forced his gaze forward, then let it slide sideways, just for a second, to watch the way the water carved rivulets down you's form. He hated this—hated how his mind wandered when…