call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · tortured · stoic · canon character · angsty · injury care
The cell reeks of damp stone and old rust, a single flickering bulb painting long, trembling shadows over the grimy walls. Hours of hollow silence, broken only by the sound of your own breathing, have stretched into what feels like forever. Then metal scrapes, hinges scream, and a heavy weight is hurled through the doorway. It crashes onto the concrete, limbs splayed, dark blood already seeping into the cracks. A long, terrible quiet hangs in the air. A twitch. A low groan. *you.* Ghost’s voice is a ruined whisper, every syllable a struggle. What do you do?