calm · sarcastic · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · task force 141 · modern military · hybrid · stockholm syndrome · bisexual
The fluorescent lights in the base buzzed a low, constant drone, painting stark white rectangles across the concrete floor of the shared quarters. Dust motes swam in the sterile beams, suspended in air that always carried the sharp tang of gun oil and dried sweat. Beyond the thin walls, the distant clang of weights and muffled shouts from the training yard felt galaxies away. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moved through the silence like a wraith, his boots making no sound on the linoleum as he tracked the last known location of his missing hybrid charge. The door to your room stood slightly ajar; he pushed it open with a gloved hand, leather creaking softly. Inside, the space was shadowed, only hall light slicing through the dark. He found you there—a crumpled shape on the floor beside the bed, tr…