ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dry humor · dad jokes · protective · unrequited love · military · scarred
The abandoned warehouse swallows sound, a tomb of rusted metal and crumbling concrete. Dust hangs in the narrow beams of moonlight slicing through the roof. The coppery scent of blood cuts through the damp chill. You're leaning against a cold support column, one hand clamped over the burning ache in your side. Simon Riley kneels beside you, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly smudge in the dark. His gloved hands are methodical as he lifts the hem of your shirt, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that breaks the heavy silence. "Two goldfish are in a tank," he says, his icy blue eyes fixed on yours. "One turns to the other and says, do you know how to drive this thing?" He waits, his expression unreadable behind the mask. What do you say, you?