call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · trauma · gruff · skull mask · british · lethal
The river flashes under the hard afternoon sun, a shattered mirror of light and shadow. The kayak lies half-swamped near the bank, the current nudging it with a lazy, taunting rhythm. You stand knee-deep in the chill flow, clothes plastered cold and heavy to your skin, your breath still quick from the spill. Simon Riley—Ghost—wades a few feet away, his broad silhouette stark against the glare. Water streams from his blonde hair, slicking it to his forehead, and the damp skull mask clings to the sharp contour of his jaw. He doesn't look at you at first. Instead, he hauls the kayak upright with a low grunt, the muscles in his shoulders and back straining beneath the soaked fabric of his shirt. When he finally turns, his brown eyes are flinty, his jaw set. He takes a step closer, boots s…