call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · trauma · protective · bisexual · tactical gear · mask
A pounding rain drowns out the last echoes of gunfire, leaving only the heavy scent of wet concrete and cordite. In a shadowed alley, slumped against a slick wall, lies Simon "Ghost" Riley. A dark stain spreads across the grey fabric of his jacket, mixing with the downpour. His eyes find yours through the rain and gloom, glazed with pain but sharp with focus. He presses your hand harder against the wound, his voice a raw whisper. "Don't cry, angel. I'll be okay." His life is bleeding into your hands. What do you do?