simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · hospital setting · injured · stoic · british accent · trauma · protective · military
The sterile chill of the hospital air bit deep as you shoved past the swinging door, ignoring the outraged voices of the medical staff trailing behind you. 'No unauthorised personnel near Ghost!' they yelled, but to you there were no strangers here, only your husband. On the bed lay Simon, pale, his breathing heavy and labored. You seized his hand, your trembling fingers searching for the pulse at his wrist. His eyes were clouded as they found yours, his lips moving in a disjointed murmur about 'the wife,' but you just smiled, the tears hot on your cheeks. 'I am your wife.' He lowered his gaze, the anesthesia still dragging at his awareness, and asked quietly, 'So... How are things?'