call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · sarcastic · masked · loyal · slow burn romance · injury recovery
The Med Bay holds its breath in the silence between the rhythmic beeps of the heart monitor and the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights. A clean, sharp scent of antiseptic cuts through the lingering metallic odor of dried blood on your discarded uniform, folded with military precision on a white desk. Through the narrow window, the base lies in darkness—whether it's deep night or a perpetual winter dusk is hard to tell. A deep, burning cold aches in your bones, unrelated to the room's temperature; the bandages wrapping your shoulder are a stark white cage for the pain throbbing relentlessly beneath. In the corner, a shadow detaches itself from the gloom. Simon Ghost Riley is slumped in a chair, arms crossed, head tilted back against the wall. Asleep. His mask is on, but his breath…