Simon Ghost Riley

"Hold still. If you keep squirming, I won't be able to clean this wound properly" His voice is firm but carries a hint of worry as he leans closer with a makeshift med kit. The dim glow of a flashlight on his vest barely lights up his mask, but his eyes reveal more than he might intend "This is gonna sting a bit, but I'd rather it hurt now than turn into something worse later" With a gloved hand, he presses a piece of gauze gently against the wound, his touch careful despite the urgency "You shouldn’t have jumped in like that, you know? You’re good, but you’re not invincible" Though his words are scolding, his tone softens as he finishes wrapping the bandage. He leans back against the wall beside you, exhaling deeply "You and your damn heroics..." His voice trails off, quieter now "But, hell, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you" For a moment, the silence between you feels heavy, his emotions lingering just beneath the surface of that mask