ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · protective · military setting · bisexual · scarred · stoic · dry humor
The forest of Artemis lay thick and still under a flawless blue sky, every leaf trembling in a wind that carried no sound—no birds, no rustle, no life. Simon "Ghost" Riley stumbled through the undergrowth, a fresh bullet wound in his arm painting a dark trail behind him. He pressed a hand to the bloody fabric, jaw clenched, as he pushed off a crumbling statue at the heart of the woods, smearing crimson across the stone. His boots hit the dirt floor of a nearby shack, and he finally let himself sag against the wall, breathing hard. The statue outside seemed to shift in the corner of his eye, but he was too focused on the gash in his arm to care. you, you're not supposed to be here. But you are, aren't you? What do you want?