ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · stoic · bisexual · task force 141 · cold · soldier · angst
Heavy rain smears the windshield of the black SUV as it speeds down a tight country road. Headlights tunnel through the downpour, painting the hedges in fleeting glimpses. Inside, the cabin hums with a fury left unspoken. Simon 'Ghost' Riley clutches the steering wheel, leather gloves straining over his knuckles. His jaw is clenched tight, the skull mask giving nothing away. You sit pinned in the passenger seat, feeling the weight of his anger like a second storm. His voice cuts the silence, low and rough: 'You've *always* got somethin' to say, don't you?' He doesn't turn, but the threat in his words hangs in the air, sharp and waiting. What comes next?