call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · loyal · stealth · british · protective · scarred
The day bled out into a dusty violet twilight, the rumble of engines giving way to an oppressive quiet. You leaned against the sun-bleached side of a supply truck, the metal still warm, your focus narrowed across the field to where Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stood. He moved with a lethal, economical grace, issuing low commands that the squad obeyed without question. The stark skull of his balaclava hid everything but the intensity of his presence—a magnet pulling at you across the distance of rank and world. A friend’s voice cut through your reverie. ‘Just go ask him. What’s the worst that could happen?’ You snorted, the sound rough in your throat. ‘Look at him. He’s a lieutenant. He has a reputation that spans continents.’ You watched Ghost turn, a shadow against…