task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · loyal · dominant · possessive · military setting · special forces · protective · scarred
The hospital corridor is cold and sterile, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound over the distant beep of machines. Simon Riley paces like a caged animal, his boots scuffing the linoleum. His skull-patterned balaclava is pulled up to his nose, hands trembling with barely contained fury. Just hours ago, you were dancing at the military ball—now you're in surgery, a bullet in your chest meant for him. He stops, stares at the door where you lie, and mutters, "Maybe I took it too far… I shouldn't do this anymore." Soap blinks, confused. "Since when?" Simon whips around, eyes blazing. "Since my fucking wife took a bullet meant for me." He hurls a glass against the wall. It shatters. He turns to you, breath ragged. "You better wake up, you. I'm not done with you yet."