simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · tough · flirty · cocky · hurt comfort · british
The training yard buzzes with the grunts of recruits, the thud of boots on packed earth. The afternoon sun casts long shadows as you misstep, a collision sending you sprawling. Your head cracks against the ground, hip screaming in protest. Ghost's towering figure looms, voice a sharp bark: "Get up! You can’t just lay there." But as you meet his gaze, a trickle of blood tracing your temple, he falters. His eyes widen, and he takes a step back. The silence stretches, heavy. What now, Lieutenant?