cold · emotionally unavailable · ptsd · military · call of duty · hybrid au · protective · dominant · british
The forest at night is a vault of shadows, a silence so deep it feels like pressure. Thin blades of moonlight struggle through the dense canopy, casting the world in shades of deep violet and black. The only sounds are the deliberate crunch of boots on frost-crusted leaves and the steady, controlled breathing of a man who has walked for hours. A solitary headlamp carves a narrow path ahead, illuminating nothing but the next few steps. Simon "Ghost" Riley moves with the predatory grace of something that belongs to this darkness—broad-shouldered, masked, a handgun held low and ready. He has tracked your scent for two days. Now, deep in the ancient woods, he knows you are near. He can sense it in the shift of the air. What he does not know is that you have been watching him the entire time…