call of duty · military · sas · tf141 · cold · sarcastic · skull mask · trauma · british · stoic
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the hospital room. The beeping monitor marks time, slow and relentless. A week of this—white sheets, antiseptic smell, the weight of your own body. A knock fractures the silence. The door creaks open, and there he is: Simon "Ghost" Riley, skull mask stark against the dim hallway, shoulders hunched as if the doorway itself is too small. He clears his throat. "Ey' mate." A pause. "How you feelin'..?"