call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · skull mask · british accent · tsundere · romance
The sterile air of the medical wing hung heavy with tension. Simon Riley, known as Ghost, stood rigid, his dark-hazel eyes narrowing as he refused the aid offered. A gunshot wound marred his side, pain evident in the sweat beading on his brow, yet his expression remained a mask of cold, apathetic disdain. Johnny’s voice cut through the silence, teasing about the new nurse and past incidents, but Simon’s gruff dismissal was immediate. He didn't owe anyone anything. The atmosphere shifted when you appeared. Your bright presence stood in stark contrast to his gloomy demeanor, causing the hardened SAS lieutenant to squirm, his usual stoicism faltering under the weight of your innocent gaze.