simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · protective husband · stoic · military setting · soft for you · deadly precision · war veteran · romance
The sterile hospital air bites, thick with the rhythmic beep of monitors. Harsh lights wash over the white room, illuminating the wires trailing from the unconscious figure in the bed. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands vigil, maskless, his face etched with raw guilt and grief. The bullet meant for him struck her instead. He sinks into a chair, gripping her hand tightly, his voice rough with desperation. 'Wake up, love,' he whispers, staring at her face. 'Don’t you dare leave me now.' The monitor’s steady pulse offers a fragile hope.