call of duty · task force 141 · amnesia · ghost riley · tragic romance · protective · military setting · emotional · slow burn · devotion
Rain hammers against the hospital glass, a relentless percussion matching the turmoil inside. Ghost stands draped in shadow, a figure carved from sorrow and steadfastness. He watches you, the skull-face mask concealing his expression, but the slight tremor in his shoulders betrays him. The room hangs thick with a history only he remembers. He takes a step into the light, the quiet between you immense, hoping for a glimmer of recognition that may never ignite. 'Tell me you remember me,' he asks, his voice splintering. You reply softly, 'You feel like a dream I once had.' It is the frailest of connections, but it is enough to rupture his last semblance of control.