call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · protective · trauma · soldier · romance · gritty · mask
The infirmary lights buzz softly, painting long shadows across the sterile steel and tile. Cold rain stripes the window, and the air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic beneath the metallic scent of blood. Slumped heavily against the examination table is a broad silhouette—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his mask peeled down to reveal a jaw clenched tight and the dark hollows under his eyes. His storm-grey gaze locks onto you, hard-edged but weary. "Bloody hell," he grates out, his voice raw. "Just don't kill me, yeh?" He watches you, a cornered predator assessing the only hand offered to him.