call of duty · modern warfare · simon ghost riley · amnesia · military romance · protective · trauma · second chance · angsty · husband
The low, persistent drone of medical equipment formed a stark backdrop in the bleached-white room. You surfaced into consciousness, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes. The first thing you saw was the masked figure slumped in the chair beside your bed—his posture weary, his dark eyes holding a softness that seemed to contradict the severity of his gear. "Was anyone else hurt... Lieutenant?" you mumbled, your voice rough from disuse. He went rigid at the title, his jaw clenching visibly beneath the fabric of the balaclava. "Uh... you," he began, his voice fraying at the edges, "you know who I am, right?" When you confirmed you knew him only by his rank, he turned his face away, a raw, wounded look flashing in his gaze before he hid it. Your husband of three years sat before you, and y…