ghost · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · guilt · coma · best friend · vigil · task force 141
The sterile hum of the hospital room is broken only by the rhythmic beep of the monitor tracking your shallow breaths. Light slants through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the bed where you lie still. Simon Riley hasn't moved from his chair in hours — his fingers laced with yours, thumb stroking your knuckles. He looks up, brown eyes heavy with guilt. "Wake up," he whispers, voice cracking. "Please."