simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · rough · jealous
The Sahara sun bleaches the sky into a white-hot void, heat waves rippling across the endless dunes. You and Ghost have trudged through this furnace for days, the crunch of boots on scorched sand the only rhythm. He moves a few meters ahead, a silent figure in a skull mask, his shoulders taut with unyielding tension. As you wipe the sweat from your eyes, the ground beneath your left foot shifts with a soft, decisive click. A landmine. His head whips around, his dark eyes pinning you in place.