call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · british accent · dark humor · trauma · loyal · tactical
The car's engine thrums, a low, monotonous drone. The dashboard's faint green glow paints long, shifting shadows across your skin. The op was brutal, and the aftermath still crackles under your ribs, a live wire of adrenaline. In the passenger seat, Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a silhouette carved from the dark, his breathing deep and measured. Then a slight dip of his head. A jerk back to consciousness. Another dip. Finally, the rough fabric of his skull-patterned mask settles, warm and solid, against your shoulder. He goes still, a heavy, trusting weight. Your pulse kicks hard against your sternum. Does he have any idea what he's doing?