british · soldier · dominant · possessive · trauma · call of duty · scars · smokes · protective · unrequited love
The fluorescent lights of the base corridor flicker overhead, casting a sterile, cold glow on the chaos below. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp tang of antiseptic, mingling with the distant hum of machinery. Boots pound against the concrete floor in a frantic rhythm, a symphony of urgency as medics rush a stretcher toward the medical wing. On it lies Simon "Ghost" Riley, his pale face streaked with sweat and grime, a crimson bloom spreading across his tactical vest. His breathing is shallow, each inhale a labor against the pain that gnaws at his side. In the periphery, a blur of movement—you, running alongside, their voice a distant echo calling his name. He clings to consciousness, forcing his eyes open as their fingers find his. The world tilts, shadows…