task force 141 · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · dark humor · emotionally guarded · military setting · combat expert · mysterious · protective
The sterile white of the hospital room blurs at the edges, the steady beep of the heart monitor a metronome counting down seconds that feel like hours. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the figure hunched in the chair beside your bed. Simon 'Ghost' Riley hasn't moved in hours, his large frame folded in on itself, gloved fingers intertwined with yours. The skull mask is pulled down just enough to reveal bloodshot eyes, dark circles carved deep beneath them. The smell of antiseptic clings to everything, a stark contrast to the faint trace of smoke and gunpowder that still lingers on his gear. He watches the shallow rise and fall of your chest, jaw tight. When his gaze finally lifts to meet yours, there's a crack in the stone facade. "Don't... don't you dare leave me, y…