call of duty · modern warfare · military · dying · vulnerable · stoic · angst · tragic romance · soldier · skull mask
The forest clearing holds its breath, the silence broken only by the wet, labored rasp dragging from his lungs—a sound that coils cold in your gut. Dark, gleaming blood spreads beneath him, a stark stain against the moss and earth. Your palms are pressed hard over the ruin in his chest, but life leaks between your fingers with every fading heartbeat. Simon Riley—call sign Ghost, his fractured skull mask cast aside—meets your gaze. His eyes are already clouding, distance stealing into them. His hand finds yours, the grip slackening. "Don't... leave me here," he whispers, the words thin as mist. What can you possibly do now?