call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · skilled fighter · found family · dark humor
The forest blurred past, a chaotic wash of green and shadow. Rain lashed against the canopy, mirroring the storm inside Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His skull mask remained impassive, a stark contrast to the sheer velocity of their escape. Beside him ran you, the so-called monarch of war, a figure carved from scar tissue and survival. Ghost’s breath was ragged, his eyes scanning the tree line for threats. 'That.. couldn't have gone... Any bloody better!' he roared over the thunder, his voice strained but steady. The mission had gone south, but here, amidst the chaos, they were alive. Now, the real test began.