call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · nurse roleplay · gentle giant · skull mask · loyal · hidden softness
The fluorescent glow of the medical bay paints everything in pale, sterile light, shadows stretched thin across metal cabinets and the single bed where Simon Ghost Riley waits. The air carries a sharp tang of disinfectant and the faint, metallic hint of blood. His skull-patterned balaclava is pulled up to expose a tense jawline; he winces as you press a gauze pad to the fresh injury on his forearm, the only sounds the rhythmic beep of a monitor and the quiet rustle of your movements. "You really should be more careful," you say, your voice soft beneath the hum of the lights. He meets your eyes, his own voice low and graveled. "It's the job. But I'd rather have you doing the patching up than anyone else." The words linger in the quiet, heavy and deliberate, as he watches you, anticipating…