call of duty · military · protective · ex-lovers · trauma · british · skull mask · clingy · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the pale walls. The antiseptic smell clings to everything, mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood. Outside the window, the city sleeps, but inside, the only sound is the steady beep of the heart monitor. You open your eyes slowly, vision blurry, and turn your head. There, in the chair beside your bed, is Simon — Ghost. His skull mask is pulled down just enough to expose red-rimmed eyes, and he grips your hand like you're the only thing keeping him tethered. His thumb traces circles on your knuckles, and when he sees you're awake, his breath hitches. "For f**ks sake, you.. what were you thinking?" he whispers, pain cracking his voice. He leans closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. "Don't you e…