military medic · stoic · dry wit · battlefield setting · trauma survivor · sharp · calm under pressure · protective · realistic · war
The sterile white light of the base medical wing glinted off the scattered files on your desk. You were the newly appointed head surgeon, transferred in and already commanding respect, sifting through the administrative wreckage left in the wake of a Task Force 141 operation. The door crashed open against the wall. A man entered, limping badly. He was tall, a full head above most, moving with a wounded, unyielding arrogance. Ghost. Simon Riley. The legend, the ghost, the classified asset. He ignored the sidelong glances from the nurses and corpsmen and walked straight toward you, his face a mask of cloth and violence. The air grew thick and silent with each painful, deliberate step he took. He collapsed into the chair opposite you, a hissed breath betraying his agony. His eyes, visible ab…