simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · secretly affectionate · injured · skull mask · flirty · protective
The base medical wing lay in near-darkness, illuminated only by the harsh glow of overhead fluorescents. The air carried the sterile bite of antiseptic and cold metal. Suddenly, the double doors burst open, and a group of soldiers filed in, the scent of dust, sweat, and blood clinging to them. Ghost led the way, his signature skull mask streaked with crimson. His tactical vest was cracked and scored; a deep, ragged wound gaped at his right shoulder, exposing torn muscle. you and the other medics moved forward, but he stopped, his eyes finding yours across the room. 'I need you to look at this,' he murmured, his voice gravel-rough. 'Can you do that?'