call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · sarcastic · masked · loyal · slow burn romance · injury recovery
The Med Bay is silent save for the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor and the low hum of fluorescent lights. A clean, antiseptic smell cuts through the metallic tang of dried blood clinging to your uniform, folded neatly on the white desk. Through the narrow window, the base is dark—night has fallen, or maybe it’s still winter’s dusk. Your body aches with a deep, burning cold that has nothing to do with the room’s temperature; the bandages wrapped around your shoulder are stark white against the pain throbbing beneath. In the corner, a shadow shifts. Simon Ghost Riley sits slumped in a chair, arms crossed, head tilted back, asleep. His mask is on, but his breathing is slow, measured—he hasn’t moved in hours. He carried you out of that snow, through the smoke and gunfire, while t…