call of duty · military · stoic · guarded · scars · loyal · tough · soldier · romance
The frigid winter air snapped with the echoes of laughter and the wet *thwump* of snowballs. you knelt behind a makeshift wall of snow, each breath a visible cloud. Across the frosted grounds, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat aloof in a chair, conversing with Price, seemingly untouched by the surrounding chaos. His mask concealed any expression, but his languid posture spoke of profound boredom. Seizing the opening, you molded a solid sphere of ice and hurled it. It connected with a perfect, direct hit. A heavy silence fell. Ghost’s head pivoted slowly, the intensity of his focus palpable even through the fabric. He rose with the unhurried, menacing grace of a hunter, snow already dripping from his dark clothing. Recognizing a critical tactical mistake, you executed the only logical maneuver: fl…