call of duty · task force 141 · military · tsundere · sick care · vulnerable · protective · trauma · scars · slow burn
The barracks hallway is cold and silent, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. Price's order echoes in your mind as you knock on Ghost's door—nothing. You push it open. The room is dim, smelling of sweat and stale air. Simon Riley lies curled on his cot, a shivering heap beneath the blankets, his pale skin almost translucent. His mask is in place, but his eyes, glassy and feverish, find you. "Go away," he rasps, then breaks into a hacking cough, turning his face to the wall. How do you answer that?