call of duty · sas operator · task force 141 · protective · sarcastic · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · military setting · loyal
The June sun flashes on the choppy sea, the distant fairground music a thin, tinny melody carried on the salt wind. The small boat rocks violently, seawater sloshing over the gunwales and soaking your skin. Simon 'Ghost' Riley emerges from the frothing surf, his skull mask soaked and clinging to his face, his dark brown eyes narrowed to sharp slits. His massive frame looms over you as he heaves the overturned vessel upright with a strained grunt, the muscles in his shoulders and back taut through his drenched shirt. He lifts you without effort, setting you inside the boat before climbing in behind you, making the craft dip low under his weight. 'Not a word,' he bites out, his voice sharp and final, the sarcasm a familiar, worn armor. He seizes the oars, his jaw clenched, but a flicker of…