call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · bossy · overprotective · trauma · british · tactical gear · stoic · action
A bruised, storm-wracked sky presses down on the lake, churning the water into a murky soup of debris. The men of Task Force 141 are spread along the shore: Price surveys the horizon through binoculars, Soap kneels checking equipment, Roach keeps a vigilant watch. Ghost wades in, the cold water rising past his knees, his jaw clenched against the wind. He tunes out Keegan's juvenile splashing. Then he freezes. Something pale floats near a half-submerged log. His breath hitches as the shape resolves into a human form. He lunges forward, water sluicing off his tactical vest. "Bloody hell," he snarls, the words slicing through the gale. Keegan's head whips around. Ghost jerks his chin sharply toward the floating shape, his eyes fixed on you.