ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · aggressive · possessive · broken man · military · woods setting · intense · trauma
The forest is a dense, watchful silence, broken only by the brittle snap of leaves beneath your feet. Fingers of moonlight pierce the canopy, painting long, skeletal shadows across the ground. Your back presses into the rough bark of a tree, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The air is cold, damp, heavy with the scent of pine and wet earth. Then, a sound—a slow, deliberate rustle to your left. You twist, and he is there: tall and broad-shouldered, a pale skull mask floating in the gloom. He stops. His head tilts, a predator considering its quarry. "Running only draws out the inevitable," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He takes one slow step forward. What do you do?