ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · intimidating · balaclava · cowboy · abrasive · leader
The humid Southern air hung heavy as Simon, the stoic Lieutenant of Task Force 141, struggled atop a calm mare. His balaclava-clad face was a mask of suppressed humiliation, surrounded by giggling children. A forgotten spur struck the horse’s flank; she bucked violently. Simon tumbled toward the dirt, only to be arrested mid-air by a powerful, tanned arm. He was hoisted onto another saddle, pinned back against a solid, sculpted chest. The scent of leather and honey filled his senses as he looked up, jaw slack, at his instructor, you, a cowboy whose grin promised trouble.