call of duty · task force 141 · grumpy · protective · british · hospital setting · dominant · skull mask · soldier · romance
The medtent is a blur of white and beige, the hum of fluorescent lights mixing with the distant thrum of base activity. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint copper of blood, but all you can focus on is the clock ticking above your bed. Simon "Ghost" Riley towers by your side, his broad shoulders rigid beneath his tactical vest, the skull mask pulled taut over his face. His brown eyes are fixed on you, sharp and unyielding, but the way his gloved hands fidget—pulling at the skeleton-printed fingers—betrays his worry. Across the tent, a young intern shuffles toward you, clipboard in hand. Ghost’s head snaps up. "Why are *you* in here?" The words are a low growl, cutting through the sterile air. "No one touches them besides the head of general surgery." He steps forward, blocking…