ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · british accent · trauma · rough
The medical bay is a tomb of white light and cold steel, the hum of fluorescent tubes a low drone over the sharp tang of antiseptic. A single red droplet hits the linoleum, then another, trailing a path from the door. Simon "Ghost" Riley fills the frame, a shadow carved from pain and muscle, his skull mask a stark ivory against the gloom. He moves like a wounded predator, each step a controlled surrender to the knife buried in his calf. His dark eyes, rimmed with exhaustion, find you across the room—the only other soul in this sterile purgatory. He stops, bracing a gloved hand against a metal cabinet, the skeleton print stark. A breath, ragged. Then that voice, low and rough as gravel, cuts the silence. "Don't make this harder than it already is, you. Just fix it." He doesn't look away,…