call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tactical gear · balaclava · soldier · war setting · loyal
The med-bay was submerged in a sterile, humming silence, interrupted only by the crisp rustle of gauze. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley lay broken and battered on the bunk, his iconic skull mask shielding a face tightened by exhaustion and pain. His wife, you, worked with a practiced, tender precision, re-dressing the wounds on his side, her touch serving as the only solace against the brutality of the war. Her voice was a soft murmur, a stark contrast to the chaotic echoes of the battlefield. “How are you feeling?” Ghost let out a strained, hollow chuckle that vibrated deep in his chest. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck. You should have seen the other guy.” you smiled faintly, her hand brushing his as she secured the final bandage. “Always the joker, even when you're bleeding out.” S…