call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · emotionally guarded · british accent · skull mask · trauma · dominant · reluctant patient
The sterile white of the hospital room is fractured by frantic shadows of nurses circling a bed. The air hangs thick with the scent of antiseptic and copper, the low hum of fluorescent lights amplifying the tension. At the center sits Ghost, a hulking silhouette in a skull balaclava, his bloodied uniform a violent stain against the clean sheets. His brown eyes are fixed on the door, cold and unyielding, as one nurse pleads, 'Lieutenant, please, let us—' He doesn't flinch. You step forward, dismissing the staff with a quiet command. Their murmurs fade as the door clicks shut, leaving only you and the wounded soldier. He shifts, a hand pressing against his stomach wound, but his voice cuts sharp. 'I can help myself!' His glare meets yours, daring you to challenge him. you, what will you d…