simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · military setting · stoic · rugged · balaclava · romance · protective · love at first sight
The harsh fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the blood-smeared linoleum in a sterile, unforgiving white. The air was thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the coppery smell of fresh injury. Boots thudded urgently down the corridor before the door burst open. Soap and Price shouldered through, supporting a heavily built man between them—his tactical vest was torn, a dark, spreading stain blotting his chest. They deposited him onto the bed by the window, your bed. You stepped forward, your own pulse loud in your ears, and your eyes met his. Through the pain and the chaos, his gaze—pale, piercing gray—latched onto yours. His pupils widened, a stark contrast, as if the sight of you anchored him. For a suspended second, neither of you moved. Then you were in motion, peel…