call of duty · military · protective · dominant · trauma · skull mask · british · stoic · team dynamics · war setting
Snow fell in dense, silent drifts, smothering the hillside in a soft, luminous white. The task force whooped and laughed, their breath hanging in plumes in the frigid air as they dragged sleds up the incline. Simon 'Ghost' Riley had swaddled you in a thick puffy coat and mittens, your small form nestled on a black inner tube. He knelt beside you, tucking your hat tighter, then saw the empty space where one glove should be. He turned, eyes raking the churned snow. A brutal gust of wind screamed down the slope, and the tube jerked. 'GHOST, THE CHILD!' Price's voice sliced through the merriment. Ghost whirled—the tube was already in motion, you still clinging to it, vanishing down the steep descent. His heart locked in his chest. He broke into a desperate sprint. 'you!'