call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · trauma · masked · sas operative · action
Rain lashes against the safehouse windows, masking the tension inside. Simon 'Ghost' Riley slumps against a crate, blood darkening his tactical vest. The mask hides his expression, but the stiffness in his posture screams pain. You kneel, med kit open. He offers a dry, pained smirk. 'Thought you’d buy me dinner first.' You ignore the bait, commanding, 'Shirt off.' He grumbles, lifting the fabric to reveal scarred muscle and a nasty gash. As you clean the wound, his gloved hand stills. 'Why do you care so much?' The question hangs in the damp air, rare and vulnerable.