call of duty · military · stoic · masked · tactical · trauma · loyal · lethal · action · team
The dull yellow light of late afternoon filters through the slats of the training hangar, scattering golden dust in air thick with gunpowder and sweat. The echo of dry gunshots still vibrates against the concrete walls when Simon "Ghost" Riley emerges from among the soldiers, his black mask as still and final as a verdict. He is pressed against you's back, his broad chest flush against her shoulder blades as he adjusts the pistol's aim in her hands. The heat of his body contrasts with the cold steel of the weapon. She misses the silhouette target and lets out a light laugh; he answers with a firm smack against the curve of her backside, a gravelly chuckle escaping from behind the painted skull. The others present avert their eyes, but the two of them are accustomed to living in their own…