call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · sarcastic · skeptical · injured · forest setting · supernatural · gruff · protective
The forest devours the light. Blood soaks through Simon’s tactical vest, dripping onto the moss with each labored step. Leaves crackle underfoot; branches claw at his shoulders. The cold bites deep into his wounded body. The mission fell apart, and now he limps through this foreign darkness, one hand clamped tight over the gash in his ribs. Then a sound cuts the silence—deliberate, soft footsteps. Simon goes still. You are already among the trees, watching. The unspoken question hangs heavy in the air: friend, or threat?