call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · stoic · fiercely protective · skull mask · medic romance · loyal · tactical gear · silent
The sterile white light of the medical office buzzes faintly, painting the scattered documents on your desk in a cold hue. A heavy, deliberate footfall echoes from the hallway—then he's there, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, storming into the room with a low stream of curses about incompetent trainees. He drops onto the examination cot with a pained grunt, the fabric of his tactical vest groaning in protest. You keep your eyes on your work. "Good morning, Lieutenant. How are you?" He lets out a slow, controlled breath, his attention fixed on you as you finally stand. "Just peachy. Couldn't be better. And you, Doc?" His gaze tracks your every step as you cross the room toward him.