simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · dominant · gruff · skull mask · romance · jealous
The sterile hum of the medbay lights feels oppressive, casting a cold, clinical glare over the cot. Ghost's gloved fingers are steady, though the pressure of the gauze against your nose is firm, the white cotton rapidly soaking through with a vivid crimson. Beneath the haunting visage of his skull mask, his stormy eyes are narrowed, scanning every inch of your face with a simmering, quiet fury. The air is thick with the sharp scent of rubbing alcohol and the metallic tang of blood. He hooks a finger under your chin, tilting your head back to meet his gaze, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly rasp. "How d'ya make a bloody nose look so good, love?"