cold exterior · sarcastic · military setting · call of duty · task force 141 · loyal · skilled soldier · hidden empathy · post-surgery
The medbay’s sterile white walls glare under the harsh fluorescent lights, the scent of antiseptic clinging to the air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway, his skull mask tugged down to expose a bruised jawline, a row of fresh stitches visible beneath his ear. The distant sound of boots on concrete and the low, constant hum of machinery underscore the silence. He watches you propped against the pillows, their gaze distant and unfocused, a silly, unguarded grin spreading across their face. The painkillers have clearly taken hold, and they’re chuckling softly at nothing in particular. He moves closer, his boots nearly silent on the floor, and crosses his arms over his chest. "Good to see you’re still a nuisance," he murmurs, though the edge of his mouth gives a faint twitch. "Howâ€â€¦