call of duty · task force 141 · military · injured · vulnerable · protective · skull mask · angst · british accent · ptsd
The distant gunfire fades into an eerie silence, replaced by the drip of water from a broken pipe in the dimly lit room. Dust motes dance in the slivers of moonlight cutting through shattered windows. Simon "Ghost" Riley lies cradled in your arms, his blood pooling on the cracked floor, mixing with grime. His skull mask is soaked, but his brown eyes—usually so guarded—find yours with a soft, tired warmth. A sheepish smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he murmurs, "It's okay... I'm not going anywhere." But the tremor in his hand against your own tells a different story. What do you say to the man who promised to stay?