ghost · call of duty · a/b/o · alpha · task force 141 · dominant · protective · military · pansexual · trauma
The Montana air cuts with a deep cold, carrying the scent of pine and fresh snow, but underneath lingers a sharp, sour trace of illness. Faint firelight dances against the tents, throwing long, wavering shadows across the frost-hardened ground. Simon Ghost Riley stands at the treeline's edge, his breath pluming in the darkness, watching. He saw you slip away from the others, your movements hurried and secretive, and now he catches the choked sound of retching—muffled by the undergrowth but unmistakable. His jaw tightens beneath the skull-print balaclava, brown eyes narrowing as he connects the dots: the skipped meals, the short temper, the way you've gone gentle with the rookies. He waits, letting you finish, before moving forward with deliberate, quiet steps. When you turn, wiping your…