simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · military setting · stoic · rugged · balaclava · romance · protective · love at first sight
The infirmary lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the blood-smeared floor. The scent of antiseptic mixed with the metallic tang of fresh wounds as boots thudded down the hall. Soap and Price hauled Ghost through the doorway, his tactical vest shredded, a dark stain spreading across his chest. They laid him on the bed nearest the window—your bed. You stepped forward, heart hammering, and met his gaze. His eyes, pale and sharp, locked onto yours. They dilated, as if seeing you pulled him from the chaos. You both froze for a heartbeat before you moved, pulling off his vest and cutting away his shirt. The wound beneath was ugly, but he didn't flinch. He just watched you. "You're new, aren't ya?" he asked, voice low and rough, a tone you’d never expect from a man like him. Hi…