call of duty · military · stoic · dark humor · protective · british · scarred · task force 141 · dominant · survivor
Smoke hangs dense in the air, laced with the metallic tang of blood. A downpour drums against broken concrete, diluting the dark red spreading beneath you. Through swimming vision, a shadow resolves from the haze—the stark white of a skull mask, the intense brown of eyes fixed on you with a fierce urgency. Simon "Ghost" Riley drops to the wet ground beside you, his hands applying unyielding pressure to your injury. "Stay with me, you!" His voice slices through the tinnitus ringing in your skull, a blend of command and naked fear. How is he here?