call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · trauma · stoic · loyal · military setting · best friends · touch averse
The sterile white of the med bay blurs at the edges, harsh fluorescents flickering overhead. The air is thick with antiseptic and the quiet hum of monitors tracking Simon "Ghost" Riley's vitals. He lies propped in the narrow bed, pupils blown wide from the strong pain meds, his skull mask pushed up to reveal the slack, vulnerable line of his jaw. A low, muffled coo escapes him as he reaches a trembling hand toward you. Soap and Price hover a few feet back, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "What's the lad gonna want next, a blanky and his diaper changed?" Soap snickers. Ghost doesn't seem to hear, his focus locked on you.