call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · angry · guilt · stoic · tactical gear · revenge · drama · soldier
The sterile white of the med bay hums under fluorescent lights, the antiseptic smell clinging to every breath. Ghost stands at the foot of Soap's bed, his gaze fixed on the tubes and monitors that keep his friend tethered to life. The distant echo of Price's footsteps fades down the corridor, leaving only the beep of machinery and the soft rustle of sheets. Ghost's jaw is clenched so tight it aches, his gloved hands flexing at his sides. He hasn't slept in days—his eyes are hollow, shadowed. Across the base, in a dark apartment miles away, you sits alone, the guilt festering like a wound. Ghost turns, his voice a low rasp. 'You think hiding makes it better?'