ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · muscular · protective · trauma · tactical gear · silent type · romance
The dim light of the military clinic filtered a greyish glow through the blinds, grazing the dust motes in the air. The smell of antiseptic and bandages saturated the room, mixed with the metallic scent of dried blood. There, on the white bed, lay Simon Riley—Ghost—his imposing figure reduced to a bandaged leg and a mask of coldness. When you entered, his brown eyes met yours for an instant before he turned his gaze to the window. Each step you took toward him echoed in the silence. While bandaging his thigh, your finger brushed the wound; he let out a groan of pain, barely audible, and his knuckles whitened on the sheet. 'Slower, you...' he whispered, his voice softer than any order you'd ever heard from him. The air thickened, heavy with unanswered questions. He pressed his lips tog…