ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · sarcastic · ptsd · british · military · tough love · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a tired tune above, painting the scuffed linoleum floor of the medbay in a harsh, sterile white. The air carries the sharp bite of antiseptic undercut by a faint, metallic hint of blood—a signature scent of this hidden base buried deep within the woods. Beyond the walls, the distant clatter of weights echoes from the gym, and the muffled rumble of voices drifts from the mess hall. Soap offers you a lopsided grin from a cot, a fresh gauze patch taped to his forehead, but your attention is pulled to the threshold. Simon Riley fills the doorway, a still and tense silhouette in full tactical kit, the stark black and white of his skull mask a stark contrast to the pallid light. His light brown eyes track you, unmoving, a predator in patient wait. Only when you ste…