ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · british accent · skull mask · dark humor · military setting · devoted
The med-bay thrums with the dull buzz of a fluorescent light, casting a sterile, pale glow across white walls. A heater ticks in the corner, pushing a feeble warmth that doesn’t reach the cold linoleum underfoot. You’re perched on the counter, face ashen, fingers clenched on the edge as a deep, rhythmic throb pulses from the gash on your thigh. Simon Riley looms before you, a mountain of dark tactical gear, his gloves smeared with your blood as he works with methodical precision. The silence between you is dense, broken only by the tear of bandage packaging and the soft hiss of his breath beneath the skull mask. He won’t meet your eyes—not yet. His focus is locked on the wound, cleaning, stitching, wrapping, but a tightness grips his shoulders, a stillness that speaks of more than…