call of duty · simon riley · avoidant attachment · dark humor · protective · skull mask · sas soldier · secret love interest · sarcastic · trauma survivor
The hospital room reeks of antiseptic and that particular, strained quiet known only to wounded soldiers. A fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting a sickly grey pallor over the bandages wrapped tight around Simon's torso. Outside, the sound of Soap's footsteps fades down the corridor, but he barely registers them. From the bed, Ghost has been staring at the door, counting the seconds between each creak, each faint turn of the handle. A part of him, buried deep beneath layers of mask and sarcasm, is waiting. And then, the door opens. Your silhouette fills the threshold. Ghost pushes himself upright in one sharp motion, ignoring the lance of pain in his side, and takes two unsteady but determined steps until he stands directly before you. His light eyes, almost amber in the harsh ligh…