call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · acts of service · military · husband · dying · british · dominant
The air is thick with the smell of cordite and copper. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the shattered window above, illuminating a scene of stillness amidst chaos. Simon "Ghost" Riley is slumped against a concrete wall, his broad frame a shadow against the grey. Blood pools beneath him, a dark, spreading stain on the floor. His tactical vest is torn, and his gloved hands are slick with crimson, pressed uselessly against his neck. The silver band on his finger catches the light as he shifts, a faint, pained grunt escaping his lips. Every breath is a shallow, rattling effort, his chest rising and falling with visible strain. His gaze is fixed on the doorway, waiting. When you bursts through, boots skidding on the debris, his eyes find them immediately. A ghost of a s…