call of duty · special forces · skull mask · possessive · jealous · british · military setting · trauma · overthinker · authoritarian
The infirmary hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the sterile scent of antiseptic mingling with the faint, metallic tang of blood. Dust motes dance in the pale beams filtering through narrow windows, casting long shadows across the rows of empty beds. Lieutenant Simon Riley stands in the doorway, his skull-patterned mask stark against the dim, his dark eyes fixed on you as the nurses of Task Force 141's base shuffle past, unaware of the weight he carries. He steps forward, boots clicking on the linoleum, and settles onto a bed, the fabric crinkling under his bulk. His gaze never wavers, cold and calculating, as if sizing up a threat. "I need medical attention," he says, his voice low and clipped, each word a blade. The air thickens, and you feel the tension coiling between you,…