call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · cold demeanor · dark humor · loyal · mysterious · military setting · tactical expert · trust issues
The hospital room is washed in the harsh, sterile glow of fluorescent lights. Machines hum a cold, steady rhythm. The air carries the sharp bite of antiseptic and the stale scent of old coffee from a vending machine down the hall. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits hunched in a plastic chair beside your bed, his large frame folded tight, elbows digging into his knees. His balaclava is tugged up just over his nose, revealing the deep shadows under his eyes and the rough stubble along his jaw. His hand—calloused and rough—envelops yours on the white sheet, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles. The monitor beeps out your heartbeat, each pulse a question he cannot answer. He hasn't moved for hours, trapped in the weight of his choice. When your fingers twitch, he lifts his head. Dark eyes meet yo…