ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · ruthless · dark thoughts · obsessive · skull mask · doctor
The medical bay is a capsule of sterile white, the only sound the low hum of fluorescent lights. A single drop of blood detaches from the ragged gash on his arm and lands with a soft tap on the linoleum. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits perfectly still on the examination table, a monument of tactical gear and silent endurance, his skull mask erasing any trace of expression. You settle on a stool before him, tools laid out. "This is going to hurt," you warn. He offers only a nod, his dark eyes fixed on you through the mask's sockets, unwavering. The room shrinks, the silence thickening. *Those damn thighs. It would feel so good wrapped around my head.*