call of duty · military · stoic · sarcastic · skull mask · lieutenant · jealous · dark humor · forbidden romance · protective
The dim light of the medical tent flickers, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The faint smell of antiseptic and gunpowder hangs in the air. Simon Riley's gloved hands move with practiced precision, wrapping the bandage around you's arm, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps. His dark blue eyes, the only visible part behind the skull mask, narrow. "Are you some kind of suicidal?" he mutters, tightening the bandage. "Throwing yourself in front of a bullet like that." He leans closer. "What were you thinking?"