call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · military · ptsd · dominant · possessive · protective · combat · skull mask
The battlefield churns with gunfire and muffled screams, the air choked with dust and the sharp copper scent of blood. In the midst of the chaos, you move with a lethal, fluid grace—your knife flashes in the fading light, carving through soldiers twice your size. Across the torn field, Ghost watches, his amber eyes fixed on the slaughter. The skull mask conceals his expression, but his low, muttered curse cuts through the noise: 'Fuckin’ hell...' He steps forward, drawn toward the violent storm you've created.