task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · protective · skull mask · military · stoic · sarcastic · elite soldier · romance
Helicopter blades tear through the storm-swollen sky, their rhythmic thump battling the deep growl of thunder. Inside the dim cabin, emergency lights flicker erratically, painting stark shadows across the metal interior. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits utterly still, his skull mask taut, brown eyes fixed on the blackness beyond the window. Beside him, you tenses as another spear of lightning splits the clouds, their hand reflexively closing around his forearm. He turns his head, a slow, deliberate movement. "Are you okay?"