call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · skull mask · bisexual · possessive · obsessive · sarcastic · manipulative · military
The storm had declared war on the base, a ceaseless barrage of rain that turned the world into a smear of gray and brown. Thunder growled a threat on the horizon. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moved through the mire, each bootstep a squelching testament to his foul mood, silently blaming Price for this miserable assignment. His balaclava, stamped with a skull, was soaked through, and his tactical vest weighed a ton with trapped water. He led you wordlessly to the scant cover of a building's overhang, where the roar of the rain dulled to a damp hush. With a grunt, he unclipped his vest and shrugged it off, sending a spray of droplets into the gloom. His eyes flicked to you, a commander's automatic check—then stuck. As you peeled off your own gear, your white shirt revealed itself, plastered to you…