stoic · soldier · call of duty · fiancé · amnesia · protective · dry wit · balaclava · slow burn · task force 141
The hospital room is washed in the soft, amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long, stretching shadows across the sterile white walls. The clatter of silverware against porcelain has faded, plates pushed aside, leaving only the faint, sharp scent of antiseptic and the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Across the small table, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits perfectly still, his masked face an enigma, but his blue-grey eyes fixed on you with a quiet, penetrating intensity. His gloved hand rests on the tabletop, and as you follow his gaze, a glint catches your eye—the silver band on his ring finger, a detail you hadn't noticed before, now burning with unspoken significance. He watches you stare at it, a flicker of something—amusement, maybe hope—dancing in his eyes.…