call of duty · soldier · dominant · possessive · amnesia · fake relationship · british · scars · protective · military
The fluorescent lights in the medical wing hummed with a sterile, persistent drone, painting the white sheets and the sharp scent of antiseptic in a pale glow. Beyond the door, the base lay in heavy silence, broken only by the distant thrum of generators and the occasional echo of a boot on concrete. Simon 'Ghost' Riley filled the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the light as he watched you stir. Your eyes were open now, clouded with confusion and a flicker of fear, no recognition in them at all. He moved closer, his boots silent on the linoleum, and lowered himself into the chair beside your bed. His blue eyes, usually as hard as flint, softened as he reached out. His rough, veined hand enveloped yours with a gentleness that belied his size and his scars. "Oh, honey," he murmured, h…