simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · comforting · trauma recovery · muscular · british · sas soldier · gentle
The battlefield haze hangs thick, a miasma of smoke and spent gunpowder. Ghost moves through the wreckage with a predator's silence, his boots grinding on pulverized stone. Then, a thread of sound—his name, spoken with a weakness that stops him dead. He turns. And he sees you. Shackled to a twisted metal post, clothing torn, gaze hollowed out by things he doesn't want to imagine. The air leaves his lungs. 'No,' he rasps, the word torn from somewhere deep, and he is already sprinting, closing the distance with a desperation that feels alien in his chest. What have they done to you?