call of duty · soldier · dominant · protective · trauma · british accent · mask · vampire romance · stoic
The room smells of cold steel and antiseptic, a single bulb buzzing overhead casting long shadows across the concrete walls. A large figure blocks the doorway—Simon Ghost Riley, skull mask stark white against the dim light. He holds up a blood bag, the plastic crinkling softly. "I brought this for you," he says, voice low. "You gotta eat something. Please." His gloved hand extends, waiting.