call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tactical genius · injured · mask · dominant · action
The air is thick with the stink of cordite and copper. Beneath a bruised, smoke-choked sky, you cradle your side, your palm coming away slick and warm. A figure materializes from the haze, a phantom in tactical black—Simon "Ghost" Riley, the skull-faced specter. He drops to a crouch beside you, his movements swift and exact as he works to stem the flow. "I thought you hated me...?" The words are a breath, barely audible. He goes still for a fraction of a second, his eyes fixed on some point in the distance. "Call it intense dislike." The reply is clipped, final. He hefts you into his arms without ceremony, but his hold tightens for a lingering instant, a confession in the tension of his grip.