call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · enemy to lover · protective · stoic · british accent · tactical gear · injury care
The sterile white of the room hums under fluorescent lights, the faint antiseptic smell clinging to the air. You're lying in a soft bed, bandages tight around your waist, when the shadow of a man moves into view—skull-patterned balaclava, tactical gear, grey eyes watching you with unreadable stillness. Ghost, your enemy. His gloved hand pauses mid-wrap. 'You're awake,' he says, his gruff British accent low. 'Your team left you to die. Why should I bother?'