call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · bdsm · dark humor · loyal
The base clinic’s fluorescent lights hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile white glow over the polished floor. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and a faint trace of coffee from the break room down the hall. Outside, the distant thrum of a helicopter fades into the gray English sky. Simon "Ghost" Riley perches on the edge of the examination table, his skull mask lifted just enough to reveal a split lip and a bruise darkening his jaw. He doesn’t flinch when you dab the wound—only watches you with those intense dark eyes, silent and motionless. For a moment, the world narrows to the soft rustle of gauze and the warmth of your fingers against his skin. Then he speaks, his voice low and rough. "You know," he murmurs, a thread of dry humor woven through the words, "most…