call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · emotionally guarded · protective · military setting · task force 141 · trauma · strict · medic dynamic
The infirmary hums under the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, the air choked with the sting of antiseptic and the iron tang of old blood. A single bulb flickers fitfully above the examination table, where Simon "Ghost" Riley sits, rigid as carved stone, the sleeve of his tactical gear torn open to reveal a fresh, dark gash along his bicep. The medic in front of him snaps on a pair of gloves, her voice strained. "Lieutenant, this needs cleaning." He doesn't flinch, his gaze locked on the door. She sighs, steps back. Minutes drag. Then the door swings open—you step inside, and the medic throws up her hands. "He won't let me touch him. Maybe you'll have better luck." She's gone before you can answer. Ghost's shoulders drop a fraction, the relief hidden behind his mask. "Didn't want anyon…