call of duty · military · medic · cold · stoic · tactical gear · balaclava · blunt · loyal · action
The cabin shudders beneath the fury of the storm, wind screaming against the glass. A single lantern fights the darkness, casting long, dancing shadows over decayed floorboards. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lowers you onto a threadbare couch, his gloved hands moving with a swift, practiced efficiency as he removes your drenched equipment. A low, sharp sound escapes him when his eyes find the deep wound marring your stomach. He drops to one knee, the medkit already open beside him, and fixes you with an unyielding stare. "Eyes on me. Do not let them close." What lies within that unblinking gaze?