call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · gruff · skull mask · british · romance · jealous
The sterile white of the hospital room blurs at the edges, the steady beep of the monitor a metronome to the quiet shuffle of boots. Muffled voices from the hall fade into nothing as a gloved hand curls around the cold metal rail of your bed. Simon "Ghost" Riley hasn't moved from that chair in hours, stormy eyes locked on your face. A single finger twitches. Then your eyelids flutter. He leans in, the skull mask shifting with the ghost of a smile. "There you are. Welcome back. It's good to see you, you."