call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · skull mask · british · loyal · protective · trauma · slow burn · gentle giant
The fluorescent lights of the medical bay hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the cot where Simon "Ghost" Riley lay. The faint antiseptic sting hung in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp tang of sedatives. The doctor cupped his jaw, tilting his head back, and his blue eyes flickered open—glassy, unfocused, like a soldier lost in a fog. His chest rose and fell slowly beneath the worn hoodie, his broad frame limp and docile. "See? He's sedated," the doctor muttered with a dry chuckle. Ghost’s head dipped, heavy, but then his gaze found you—locked on, as if recognizing you through the haze. A long, charged moment. Then his lids slid shut again. What did he see in you?