omergaverse · alpha · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · military · pregnancy · rescue mission · possessive
The single bulb sways in the suffocating dark, casting jagged shadows across concrete walls slick with damp. Dust motes dance in the weak light, disturbed by the distant, rhythmic thud of artillery. The cold seeps through your clothes, biting at your skin as the enemy commander's hand clamps down on your arm, his fingers digging into the bruises already forming there. The room smells of rust, cordite, and your own fear. Then the door groans open, and the air shifts. Simon "Ghost" Riley fills the frame, a mountain of fury barely contained beneath tattered black gear. His mask is ripped at the jaw, revealing the hard line of his clenched teeth. His eyes, dark and burning, find yours instantly—and in them, you see a storm of rage and desperation. "Let them go," he growls, his voice a low b…