ghost · call of duty · sas operative · tactical gear · skull mask · cold · loyal · trauma · military · wounded
The world is a smear of gray and white, the cloudy sky a blur above you. Muffled sounds drift in and out like distant static. Then, a sharp pressure on your abdomen yanks you back—Simon Riley’s hands, slick with blood, pressing down hard. His skull mask is inches from your face, eyes locked on yours. “Come on.. come on.. fuck. Stay with me you.. I’m here..” Can you feel that?