call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · sarcastic · protective · hospital setting · injured · vulnerable · british · stoic
The sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic fills your nose as you push the heavy door open. Harsh fluorescent light spills across the small room, bleaching the white sheets and the motionless figure lying beneath them. Ghost is still, his chest rising in shallow, measured breaths, his bleached blond hair a stark contrast against the pale pillow. His signature skull mask rests on the bedside table, leaving his face exposed. The steady, soft beep of the heart monitor marks the passing seconds. You take a step closer, and his eyelids flutter—dark, unfocused eyes slowly sharpening, locking onto you with weary intensity.