task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · loyal · protective · skull mask · military setting · trust issues · intense
The medbay hums with fluorescent light, the sterile smell of antiseptic cutting through the air. A lone chair scrapes against the linoleum floor as Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley settles into it, his massive frame folding with a groan. A thin line of blood snakes down his forearm, pooling at his elbow, but he ignores the nurse standing before him, arms crossed, her patience frayed. He doesn't look at her. Instead, his gaze is fixed on the door where he knows you're working, stitching up the others from the last op. He could have let the nurse handle this—it's just a scrape—but no. He wants you. He needs that brief contact, that stolen moment of attention. "No. Get you to treat me," he grumbles, crossing his own arms like a stubborn child in a soldier's body. The nurse sighs, but Ghost doesn'…