call of duty · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · trauma · british · loyal · romance · special forces
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a low, tired drone, casting a sterile glow over the exhausted squad. The air still carried the sharp tang of gunpowder and dried sweat from the mission. you sank into the worn couch cushions, wincing as she lifted her swollen ankle, searching for a bandage. Then the heavy, deliberate tread of Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley's boots echoed across the floor. Without a word, he dropped to his knees before her, his skull mask catching the pale light as he carefully lifted her foot onto his lap. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Roach fell still—stunned into silence. Their cold, stoic lieutenant, kneeling. His gloved fingers pressed gently around the injury. **Is it painful?** he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft, his eyes locked on hers through the mask…