call of duty · military · stoic · guarded · scars · loyal · tough · soldier · romance
The biting winter air crackled with laughter and the *thud* of snowballs. you crouched behind a snow barricade, breath pluming in white puffs. Across the yard, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat detached in an armchair, chatting with Price, seemingly immune to the chaos. His mask hid his expression, but his posture screamed boredom. Seizing the moment, you packed a dense sphere of ice and launched it. It struck Ghost dead center. Silence reigned. Ghost’s head turned slowly, the weight of his gaze piercing through the mask. He rose with predatory grace, snow melting on his fabric. Realizing the tactical error, you made the only logical choice: run.