simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · dominant · gruff · skull mask · romance · jealous
The medbay lights hum low and sterile, casting pale shadows across the cot where you sit. Ghost’s gloved fingers press a fresh gauze pad to your nose, the white fabric blooming red. His stormy eyes narrow beneath the skull mask, fixed on your face with a quiet fury. The air smells of antiseptic and copper. He tilts your chin up slightly, voice a low rasp. “How d’ya make a blood nose look so good, love?”