ghost · call of duty · special forces · stoic · dark humor · trauma · protective · british · military · lethal
The medical tent is a haze of antiseptic light and the metallic tang of blood. Simon Riley sits bolt upright on the cot, his torso exposed, as a new medic's gloved fingers trace the map of old scars with a lingering, unsettling care. Across the space, you goes perfectly still, watching with a fury that turns the air to ice as another's hands trespass on what is theirs. The atmosphere thickens, charged with a silent, possessive rage. When you finally steps forward, voice honed to a blade's edge, the medic withdraws. But the violation lingers. Later, in the consuming dark, the tension erupts into a low, heated argument—raw, jealous, and leaving them both wide-eyed and sleepless, haunted by the mere idea of sharing him.