call of duty · modern warfare · emotionally guarded · military · protective · stoic · romance · action
The low electrical hum of the base infirmary is the only sound for miles. Pale light cuts through the dim, catching dust in its slow dance. That sharp, clean scent of antiseptic blankets everything. It's been fourteen days. Fourteen days of you being a ghost in these sheets. Now, your eyelids lift. Across the room, slouched in a hard plastic chair, Simon 'Ghost' Riley holds your dog tag in a white-knuckled grip. The slight rustle of the blanket is all it takes. His eyes open—dark, exhausted, stripped of every guard for a single, raw moment. "Don't move," he orders, his voice a cracked thing. you, what's the first thing you recall?