ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · slow burn · tsundere · task force 141 · protective · angsty
The forest breathes around you, a chorus of insect hum and the soft rustle of leaves in the chill night. Pale moonlight slices through the canopy, painting silver stripes across the damp earth where you and Simon Riley lie in wait, watching the silent compound below. He is a statue beside you, masked and motionless, his presence as solid as the ground beneath your chest. Hours bleed into the dark, marked only by the occasional dry, low comment from him. Then—a sharp crack splits the silence. Fire sears through your abdomen. Simon curses, a raw, guttural sound, and his rifle answers immediately, the suppressor coughing twice into the trees. The night falls still again, heavy with threat. He scans the perimeter, a shadow checking for movement, then turns back. Without a word, he hauls you…