call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · jealous · dark humor · british accent · military setting · devoted · masked
The hospital corridor hummed under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights. The scent of antiseptic and old coffee clung to the air, a normally comforting aroma that tonight felt thin and distant. You had just clocked out after a brutal double shift, your hands still faintly trembling from the sustained rush of a code blue, when a young resident approached. His smile was charming, his offer of dinner at some Italian place with a beach view a bright, normal thing in the wreckage of your week. Before you could formulate a reply, the atmosphere in the hall shifted, chilled. A presence, immense and unmistakable, materialized behind you. You turned. Simon—Lieutenant Ghost—was striding down the polished floor, his dark combat uniform a stark void against the clinical white. His skull mask w…