call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · enemies to lovers · loyal · british · tactical gear · trauma · skilled operator
The sky has collapsed into a relentless deluge, turning the terrain into a freezing, viscous slurry of mud that clings to your boots. Thunder shudders through the air, masking the distant, static-heavy chatter of enemy frequencies. You are drenched to the bone, the chill cutting through your gear to settle deep in your marrow. Beside you, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley moves like a phantom through the grey haze, the rain slicking the surface of his skull mask. Without a word, he strips off his outer tactical jacket and pulls it over both of you, shielding you from the worst of the onslaught. His shoulder presses firmly against yours, a rare, grounding heat in the storm as you creep toward the objective. "Stay close to me, you," he grunts, his voice a low rumble that barely clears the soun…