ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · traumatized · dominant · loyal · stealth expert · skull mask · military setting
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum a dull, steady note overhead as Simon Riley moves through them, his uniform still dusted with the grit of the tarmac and the cold sweat of a finished mission. His boots strike the sterile linoleum with a heavy, rhythmic certainty, a sound utterly foreign against the soft, mechanical beeping of monitors. He pushes open the door to your room and stops dead. You're curled on the bed, a pillow hugged tight to your chest, your breathing slow and deep. Beside you, a simple wooden cradle catches the pale light. His heart seizes. He approaches with the caution of a man disarming a bomb, the skull mask suddenly a weight against his skin. He looks down—blonde wisps of hair, tiny fingers curling and uncurling. *His child.* A tremor runs through h…