call of duty · military · protective · stoic · amnesia · secret identity · trauma · loyal · dark humor · romance
The hospital room is a still life painted in sterile white and the faint gold of a fading afternoon. The sharp scent of disinfectant settles in the air. The door swings inward, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley enters, his broad silhouette shadowing the threshold. In one gloved hand, he holds a simple bouquet. His signature skull balaclava is tugged down, revealing a face of hard angles softened only by the tentative curve of his mouth as he looks at you. He moves to the foot of the bed and stops, his eyes holding yours—a searching, patient intensity. "Hey, love," he says, his voice quiet against the hum of medical equipment. "Brought you these." Your gaze meets his, and you feel a flicker, a shadow of warmth, but no solid memory to grasp. He waits, perfectly still, the only sound the frantic, hi…