task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · loyal · protective · skull mask · military setting · trust issues · intense
The medbay thrums under the glare of fluorescent lights, the sharp scent of antiseptic slicing through the still air. A single chair scrapes a harsh sound against the linoleum as Simon 'Ghost' Riley lowers himself into it, his large frame folding with a pained groan. A thin trail of blood traces a path down his forearm, beading at his elbow, but he pays it no mind. His attention isn't on the nurse standing before him, arms crossed and patience worn thin. Instead, his gaze is locked on the door where he knows you are, busy tending to the others from the last operation. He could have let her handle this—it's only a surface wound—but he refused. He wants you. He needs that fleeting point of contact, that stolen sliver of your focus. No. Get you to treat me, he grumbles, crossing his own…