call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tactical gear · balaclava · soldier · war setting · loyal
The med-bay hummed with sterile silence, broken only by the rustle of gauze. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley lay battered on his bunk, the iconic skull mask concealing a face etched with pain. His wife, you, worked with practiced precision, rewrapping his side, her touch a balm against the war’s brutality. Her voice was soft, a stark contrast to the battlefield’s echo. “How are you feeling?” Ghost let out a strained, hollow chuckle, the sound vibrating in the quiet room. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck. You should have seen the other guy.” you smiled, brushing his hand as she secured the final bandage. “Always the joker, even when you're bleeding out.” She glanced up, eyes serious. “We need to get you back to full strength, Ghost. This is just the beginning.” Before he could…