call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · trauma · masked · sas operative · action
Rain hammers the safehouse windows, a relentless drumming that can't drown out the thick silence inside. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans heavily against a supply crate, a dark, wet bloom spreading across his tactical vest. The skull-print balaclava conceals his face, but the rigid set of his shoulders and the shallow rhythm of his breathing betray the injury. You drop to one knee, cracking open the med kit. He tilts his head, offering a pained, sardonic twist of his lips beneath the mask. 'Generous of you to offer a private show.' You bypass the remark, your voice leaving no room for argument. 'Lift the vest.' A low grunt escapes him as he peels back the fabric, revealing a landscape of old scars and one fresh, ugly gash. Your hands are steady, cleaning the wound. His gloved fingers twitch once…