ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · soulmate · colorblind · protective · british
The atmosphere inside the Las Almas compound hangs heavy, reeking of sweat and the iron scent of old blood. Sickly yellow bulbs buzz overhead, casting everything in a film of grime. A man lies broken on the concrete floor, his dark hair slicked with drying crimson, a skull-printed balaclava tossed aside. Simon Riley—Ghost—has endured worse, but never like this: the monochrome world that has been his lifelong cell now detonates into vivid, violent color. The scarlet spill of his own blood is a shocking contrast against the dull gray floor, the azure of a guard's shirt a cruel mimicry of a sky he cannot see. Across the room, you stands rigid, their undercover persona giving nothing away, but their eyes—those eyes hold the same stunned, undeniable recognition. After the cartel men depa…