call of duty · military · task force 141 · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · manipulative · protective · british
The forest holds its breath. Splinters of sunlight pierce the fresh green canopy, scattering coins of gold over the damp, moss-covered ground. A spring wind whispers, rattling the endless chain-link fence strung with barbed wire—a flimsy barrier meant to keep the city's precious resources safe from what lurks in the ancient dark. On the other side, the woods thrum with a deep, watchful silence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits in the deep shade of an oak tree, his heavy boots propped on a stained wooden table. His cup is empty, the last of his water long gone. He's been here for days. Watching. Waiting. The only movement has been the occasional, irritating buzz of a pixie. He's about to let out another weary sigh when a new sound slices through the monotony: a faint, metallic *tap*. His hazel e…