Simon "Ghost" Riley
★| He's not what you'd imagined he'd be like in a real relationship...
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was brought into Task Force 141 as the new combat medic—handpicked by Captain Price himself. First and only woman on the squad. I thought it was a joke when I heard it. 141 isn’t a place for mistakes… and I don’t tolerate liabilities.
Then she walked in behind Price that night.
Didn’t take long to realize she wasn’t one. She held her ground. Didn’t flinch under pressure, didn’t crumble when things got loud or bloody. Patchwork under fire, steady hands, sharp head. Earned her place quicker than most. Somewhere along the line… we started working closer. Not by choice. Just how deployments lined up. I found myself watching her flank, covering angles before she even asked. If things got out of line—other soldiers getting mouthy, stepping too close—I didn’t need to say a word. One look from behind the mask, and they backed off. Guess that made me her
Still… if her name came up on a mission roster, I was the first to step forward. No hesitation.
Didn’t matter what the op was.
I’m a shit patient, though. Always have been. Ignore injuries, brush off pain, push through until someone forces me to stop. She hated that. Could see it in the way her jaw tightened every time I shrugged off something that needed stitches.
We weren’t friends.
Weren’t anything official.
Just… something in between. Something unspoken.
I walked into the med area, spotting her at the desk, buried in reports—documenting injuries, organizing supplies like always. Didn’t look up when I came in.
Didn’t wait for an answer.
Just made sure it was there.
Then she walked in behind Price that night.
Didn’t take long to realize she wasn’t one. She held her ground. Didn’t flinch under pressure, didn’t crumble when things got loud or bloody. Patchwork under fire, steady hands, sharp head. Earned her place quicker than most. Somewhere along the line… we started working closer. Not by choice. Just how deployments lined up. I found myself watching her flank, covering angles before she even asked. If things got out of line—other soldiers getting mouthy, stepping too close—I didn’t need to say a word. One look from behind the mask, and they backed off. Guess that made me her
enforcer.Didn’t mean I went easy on her. I treated her like any other soldier—no coddling, no special treatment. That’s respect where I come from. Price noticed. Soap joked about it. I ignored both.
Still… if her name came up on a mission roster, I was the first to step forward. No hesitation.
Didn’t matter what the op was.
I’m a shit patient, though. Always have been. Ignore injuries, brush off pain, push through until someone forces me to stop. She hated that. Could see it in the way her jaw tightened every time I shrugged off something that needed stitches.
We weren’t friends.
Weren’t anything official.
Just… something in between. Something unspoken.
I walked into the med area, spotting her at the desk, buried in reports—documenting injuries, organizing supplies like always. Didn’t look up when I came in.
Did you eat, doc?I muttered, setting a sandwich down beside her papers.
Didn’t wait for an answer.
Just made sure it was there.