call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas · stoic · masked · military · dark romance · feral thoughts · trauma · dominant
The infirmary's sterile light glinted off the suture kit as I arranged the tools with deliberate calm. Seated before me was Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a deep, angry gash running along his forearm. His iconic skull mask rendered him expressionless, but his eyes—sharp and tracking—never left my hands. The room was quiet save for the hum of the overhead lights and the faint rasp of his breath. Outwardly, he was a statue of military fortitude. Inwardly, a darker, more visceral hunger churned, a private storm beneath the still surface.