call of duty · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · trauma · british · loyal · romance · special forces
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the tired squad. The air still smelled of gunpowder and sweat from the mission. you sank into the worn couch, wincing as she lifted her swollen ankle, searching for a bandage. Then the heavy boots of Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley echoed across the floor. Without a word, he dropped to his knees before her, his skull mask catching the light as he carefully lifted her foot onto his lap. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Roach froze—stunned silent. Their cold, stoic lieutenant, kneeling. His gloved fingers gently pressed around the injury. **Is it painful?** he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft, eyes locked on hers through the mask. The room held its breath, and you felt her heart skip. What could she even say to that?