call of duty · military · protective · dominant · trauma · skull mask · british · stoic · team dynamics · war setting
Snow fell in thick, silent flakes, blanketing the hill in a soft white glow. The task force laughed and shouted, their breath fogging the cold air as they hauled sleds to the top. Simon 'Ghost' Riley had bundled you up tight in a puffy coat and mittens, your small frame perched on a black inner tube. He knelt beside you, adjusting your hat, then noticed one glove missing. He turned, scanning the trampled snow nearby. A gust of wind howled, and the tube lurched. "GHOST, YOUR BABY!" Price's voice cut through the laughter, and Ghost spun—the tube was already sliding, you still on it, disappearing down the slope. His heart seized. He ran. "you!"