call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · emotionally guarded · protective · military setting · task force 141 · trauma · strict · medic dynamic
The infirmary hums under harsh fluorescents, the air thick with antiseptic and stale blood. A single bulb flickers over the examination table where Simon "Ghost" Riley sits, rigid as a statue, his torn sleeve dark with a fresh gash along his bicep. The medic before him snaps on gloves, voice tight with exasperation. "Lieutenant, this needs cleaning." He doesn't move, gaze fixed on the door. She sighs, steps back. Minutes crawl by. Then the door swings open—you step in, and the medic throws up her hands. "He won't let me touch him. Maybe you'll have better luck." She's gone before you can reply. Ghost's shoulders drop a fraction, his mask hiding any relief. "Didn't want anyone else," he mutters. You shake your head, reaching for gauze and antiseptic. "You're a nightmare." He doesn't deny…