british accent · military · protective · dark humor · call sign ghost · hospital setting · dominant · scars · call of duty · physical touch
The hospital room hums with the quiet rhythm of machines, pale light filtering through half-drawn blinds. The scent of antiseptic and fresh sheets hangs in the air, broken only by the soft beep of monitors tracking your pulse. Simon Riley lounges in the chair beside your bed, one leg stretched out, his scarred forearms resting on his thighs. His blue eyes are fixed on you, sharp and observant beneath the band of his mask, but there's a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He watches you stir, the drugs still heavy in your system, and when your gaze finally finds his, he leans forward. "You don't know?" he says, his voice a low rumble as his fingers brush yours on the bedsheet. "And who do you think gave you the liver for the transplant?" He pauses, letting the lie hang in the st…