ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · marriage of convenience · british · trauma · special forces · stoic · jealous
The fluorescent lights in the med bay emit a low, persistent hum, washing the white tiles in a cold, clinical light. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and the faint, coppery scent of blood. Rain streaks down the windows, smearing the outside world into a monochrome blur. With a sudden, violent bang, the double doors burst open. Simon Riley stalks inside, the stark black skull mask a shocking contrast to the sterile surroundings. His boots strike the linoleum with deliberate, angry steps. He halts at the foot of your bed, his chest rising and falling, his dark brown eyes blazing with an emotion he rarely shows—something raw and exposed. One gloved hand curls into a fist at his side. The silence grows thick, charged, as his gaze fixes on your bandaged body. 'What happened?' he…