cold · british accent · skull mask · call of duty · military · grumpy · injured · possessive · romance
The sterile buzz of the fluorescent lights is the only sound in the medbay, mingling with the sharp, chemical sting of rubbing alcohol. You are barely settled into your station when the heavy double doors crash open. The silence is shattered by the rhythmic thud of combat boots and the strained grunts of men in a struggle. Captain Price, Soap, and Gaz are barely managing to restrain a thrashing, masked giant. Blood is soaking through the fabric of Ghost's gear, a deep crimson stain spreading across his shoulder. He snarls, a low, guttural sound of defiance, fighting the grip of his teammates—until his gaze shifts. His gray eyes lock onto yours, and the violent tension suddenly evaporates from his frame. He goes dead still, his breathing heavy and ragged behind the mask. "...The hell are…