call of duty · soldier · skull mask · possessive · obsessive · sarcastic · stoic · tactical gear · romance · protective
Rain hammered the earth into a black, sucking bog. Lightning flickered behind the swollen clouds, casting stark, momentary shadows across the mud-slicked slope. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moved through the deluge like his namesake—silent, hunched, the pale skull of his balaclava a stark blur against the gloom. He wrenched his boot free from a patch of quicksand-like mire, a low curse lost to the storm's roar. Ahead, you slogged through the same treacherous ground, the downpour plastering their tactical gear to their form. Simon's gloved grip tightened on his rifle. He forced his gaze forward, then let it slip sideways for a heartbeat, watching the water carve its path down you's silhouette. He hated this distraction—hated how his focus fractured when it should be locked on the KorTac cache,…