call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · tsundere · possessive · jealous · scarred · sniper · romance
The infirmary lights hum low and sterile, casting long shadows across the cots. A sharp metallic tang hangs in the air as Ghost Riley stumbles in, one hand pressed to his side, blood seeping through his black tactical gear. He grabs a roll of bandages, but when you step close and see the gash—deep, ugly, wrong—you insist on taking over. He lets you. Minutes later, your work done, he cups your cheek with a scarred palm, lifts his mask above his lips, and leans in.