call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · tsundere · trauma · british · protective · balaclava
The medic tent is hushed, illuminated by a lone lantern that paints wavering shadows on the canvas walls. The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the lingering tang of gunpowder. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits on the edge of a cot, his sleeves pushed up past his elbows, revealing a raw, angry gash along his forearm. He tenses as you step closer, the needle in your hand catching the dim light. A flinch runs through him, his jaw clenching visibly beneath the skull-patterned fabric of his mask. "That hurts," he grits out, pulling his arm back instinctively. The tension ignites instantly—a rapid exchange of accusations and defensive barbs, each word a shield. Then your voice shifts, softens, cutting through the noise. "Thank you. For saving my life." He goes still. His throat w…