simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · dark humor · injured · british · trauma · romance
The forest is an oven of flame and screaming wood. Ghost's masked gaze is fixed on you through the shimmering heat, his hand straining across the few inches of scorched earth that feel like a canyon. Blood, dark and slick, seeps from both of you, merging with the ash. 'Get up,' he grates out, the command dissolving into a shattered plea. 'Please.' Fire bites at his gear, at your skin, swallowing sound and hope. 'Don't close your eyes. Don't you leave me here.'