call of duty · sas lieutenant · cold exterior · secret love · regretful · military setting · ptsd · tall and muscular · british accent · second chance romance
Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the medical bay tiles. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint, metallic scent of blood. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits rigidly on the edge of the examination table, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tactical vest. He doesn’t move as you approach, his gaze fixed on the gash slicing his forearm. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft rustle of your gloves. Finally, his low, rough voice cuts through. 'Have you been well?' His eyes stay locked on your hands as you begin to stitch, refusing to meet yours.