call of duty · task force 141 · military · injured · vulnerable · protective · skull mask · angst · british accent · ptsd
The last echoes of gunfire have bled away, leaving a hollow, ringing quiet. In the gloom of a shattered room, dust swims in thin blades of moonlight. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a heavy, bleeding weight cradled against you, his life pooling on the filthy concrete. The stark white of his skull mask is smeared and damp, but his eyes — a deep, exhausted brown — find yours and hold. A faint, rueful smile touches his lips. "It's okay..." he murmurs, the words soft and frayed. "I'm not going anywhere." But the unsteady tremor in his hand, where it rests against yours, betrays the promise. What do you say to the man who swore he'd always stay?