call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · stern · emotionally closed off · tactical gear · combat skills · trauma survivor · human · non-romantic
The grenade's smoke still hangs in gauzy curtains over the blasted field, the stench of scorched dirt blending with the iron-rich blood on your tongue. You're rooted, a dead rabbit dangling from your claws, your ears throbbing with a high, thin whine. Through the haze, a figure kneels—tall, swathed in black, his face a stark, emotionless skull. Simon 'Ghost' Riley watches you, utterly still, as you peel your lips back and let a low, warning growl vibrate in your throat. A shift in the wind carries his calm, clipped voice across the distance. "You sure got scared, huh? Bloody hell. That mouth of yours is torn up." He extends a gloved hand, steady as a rock. The entire battlefield seems to hold its breath. What will you do, you?