task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · possessive · skull mask · british · trauma · romance
The wind howls across the Siberian base, whipping snow into swirling ghosts against the floodlights. Inside the med bay, the air is stale and warm, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies on the narrow bed, his skull mask pulled up to his nose, revealing flushed skin and dark, glassy eyes. He shivers beneath the thin blanket, arms crossed tight over his chest. When you steps closer, he lets out a wet, ragged breath and mutters, "I'm not sick." Then a sneeze wracks his frame, and he turns his head away, jaw clenched in stubborn shame.