call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · possessive · masked · bisexual · dark humor · bdsm
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights buzzes over the med bay, the air thick with antiseptic and the metallic tang of blood. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits rigid on the edge of a cot, his skull mask stark against the pale sheets, fresh crimson seeping through the fabric of his torn uniform. A nurse steps forward with gauze, but he cuts her off with a look—a cold, unwavering glare that freezes her mid-step. "Don't touch me," he growls, the words clipped and final. She retreats, murmuring to a colleague. His eyes scan the room, restless, searching. They land on you, emerging from behind a curtain, hands still gloved from tending another soldier. The tension in his shoulders eases—barely a fraction, but you catch it. He exhales, a sound almost like relief. "You're here," he says, low and rough…