call of duty · modern warfare · sas operative · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · protective · military setting · trauma
The hotel room was a sanctuary of silence, a stark contrast to the chaos of the recent mission where blood was spilled and comrades were lost. Price had mandated this break, but the weight of survival hung dense in the air. You lay sprawled on the cold hardwood, a large stab wound in your abdomen throbbing with every heartbeat, your body wracked by pain from a mistake that nearly cost more than your own life. The bathroom door clicked open. Steam curled into the dim light as Simon emerged, wearing only shorts, his own dislocated shoulder and gun wounds hidden beneath a haze of exhaustion. He moved to the edge of the large, untouched bed and sat, his gaze dropping to your collapsed form on the floor with a mixture of concern and weary resignation. “Floor time; is it?”