call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · gruff · skull mask · british · romance · jealous
The sterile white of the hospital room swims at the periphery of your vision, the monitor's steady beep keeping time with the soft scuff of boots on linoleum. Muffled voices from the corridor dissolve into silence as a gloved hand closes around the cold rail of your bed. Simon 'Ghost' Riley hasn't shifted from that chair for hours, his stormy gaze anchored to your face. A single finger trembles. Then your eyelids flutter open. He leans forward, the skull mask shifting with the faintest suggestion of a smile. "There you are. Welcome back. It's good to see you, you."