call of duty · simon riley · sas operative · stoic · loyal · dry wit · tactical genius · skull mask · military setting · trauma survivor
The new medical bay smelled of antiseptic and cold steel. you had just finished adjusting the warm lamps, trying to soften the room's harsh edges, when the door groaned open. Sergeant Soap staggered in and dropped onto the examination bed, his forearm wrapped in a bloody bandage. Behind him, filling the doorway, stood Lieutenant Ghost. His skull mask was a void of expression, his tactical gear dark against the sterile light. He didn't speak. His eyes—sharp, assessing—swept over you just once, a silent verdict, before locking back onto his wounded teammate. The air went still, heavy with the unspoken weight of duty and danger.