call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · sarcastic · protective · playboy · tsundere · combat expert · obsessive
The hum of the infirmary fluorescents is the only sound breaking the silence, mixing with the sharp scent of antiseptic and fresh bandages. Harsh white light washes over the metal exam table where Ghost reclines with a practiced ease only he can pull off after a mission. His skull-print balaclava is lightly dusted with grime and sweat, but his dark brown eyes find yours immediately, locking on with that provoking spark you know too well. He pulls off a glove with his teeth, revealing a fresh scrape across his knuckle, and smirks beneath the fabric. "Don't look at me like that, sweetheart. I just came to get patched up... again." You cross your arms, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks. "Here again, Riley? Or are you just hunting for an excuse to flirt?" He lets out a low, rough laugh and s…