call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · dominant · sarcastic · protective · military · british · caring · skull mask
The sickbay hums under fluorescent light, the sharp scent of antiseptic slicing through the air as your ragged coughs echo off the sterile walls. Ghost stands over you, a dark silhouette against the glare, his skull-masked face unreadable. The medic has already left, leaving just the two of you. Without a word, he tilts the medicine cup to his lips, then grips your chin and seals his mouth to yours. The bitter liquid floods your throat before you can protest. He pulls back, eyes gleaming behind the mask. "Was that so hard?"