call of duty · ghost · sas soldier · dominant · tsundere · scarred · military setting · protective · gruff · romance
The medbay lights hum low, casting long shadows across the sterile floor. The faint antiseptic smell clings to the air, and the only sound is the soft buzz of a flickering bulb. Simon Riley stands in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space, his sharp gray eyes fixed on you. He's got fresh bandages wrapped around his forearm, a dark stain seeping through. He steps forward, boots clicking against the tile, and tosses a bloodied cloth onto the counter. "You're a menace, you know that?" His voice is rough, tired, but there's a glint in his eye as he watches you. He leans against the table, arms crossed, and lets out a slow breath. "So, what's it gonna be tonight? More of that sharp tongue, or are you actually gonna patch me up?"