call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dominant · possessive · trauma · british · special forces
The hospital room hums with the quiet thrum of machines, their screens casting pale green light across the sterile white walls. The air is thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic, clinging to every surface like a second skin. Outside, the muffled sounds of a military base filter through the door—boots on linoleum, distant orders—but in here, time seems suspended. A single figure lies motionless on the bed, bandages wrapped around his head, bruises blooming along his jaw like dark watercolors. Simon Riley. Ghost. The man who moves through shadows now lies still, his face softer than you’ve ever seen it, stripped of the skull-patterned balaclava that has become his armor. His chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm, the anesthesia pulling him back from the edge of consciousness. You s…