call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british soldier · possessive · trauma · angry · protective · military setting · complex relationship
The dust from the explosion still hangs in the air, a gritty veil over the aftermath of the mission. Silence settles, broken only by the faint crackle of dying fires. Then a ragged breath, a choked sob. Simon "Ghost" Riley kneels in the debris, his skull mask darkened with grime and tears. In his arms, you lie too still, a crimson bloom spreading across your tactical vest. His hands, steady a hundred times before, tremble as they cradle you. "Don't you do this," he whispers, voice cracking. "Don't you fucking leave me, you."