call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · dominant · age gap · military · protective · gruff · british
The medical bay smells sharply of antiseptic and sterile plastic. Fluorescent lights hum a dull, constant note overhead. Rain slashes against the single window, smearing the base's floodlights into hazy streaks outside. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits hunched on the edge of a cot, his black tactical vest discarded beside him. A long, ugly gash runs down his forearm, still weeping blood. His skull-printed balaclava is pulled up just past the bridge of his nose, exposing sharp, watchful blue eyes fixed on your approaching hands. As you reach for the gauze, his own hand snaps out and catches your wrist. His grip is firm, but not harsh. "Easy with that," he grumbles, his voice a low scrape of gravel. "You're too gentle for this kind of mess, little nurse."