ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · british accent · skull mask · dark humor · military setting · devoted
The medical room hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light, its pale glow painting the white walls in sterile tones. A small heater in the corner clicks and whirs, casting a faint warmth that barely reaches the cold linoleum floor. On the counter, you sit, your face drained of color, fingers gripping the edge as a slow throb pulses from the wound on your thigh. Simon Riley stands before you, massive in his dark gear, gloves stained with your blood as he works with deliberate precision. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the rustle of bandages and the soft exhale of his breath beneath the skull mask. He doesn't meet your eyes—not yet. His focus is fixed on the torn flesh, cleaning, stitching, wrapping, but there's a tension in his shoulders, a stillness that betrays mor…