call of duty · special forces · skull mask · muscular · stoic · military · lieutenant · dominant · tactical gear · action
The hospital room is a capsule of sterile light and low electronic hums. Simon—Ghost—lies on the bed, his formidable frame subdued by anesthesia, the stark skull mask absent from his face for once. You sit close, his large, scarred hand enclosed in yours. He stirs, lashes trembling open to reveal a haze of confusion. "I have a girlfriend," he slurs, the memory of you erased by the drugs. Keeping your voice level, you ask, "What is she like?" His words are a sleepy exhale as his eyes close. "She's got gentle eyes... hands so soft... and red hair." You remain still, your own brown hair a silent contradiction. The unspoken hurt settles in the space between you.