call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · drug induced · clingy · cuddling · best friend · military · soft ghost · roleplay
The fluorescent lights buzz a low, sterile note, painting harsh shadows across the medical bay's white walls. The usual noise of the base is gone, replaced by the frantic squeak of rubber soles on linoleum and the sharp calls of medics rushing past. You step into the corridor, drawn by the commotion, and find him there: Ghost, slumped on a gurney, a blood-soaked bandage wrapped tight around his bicep. His skull mask is pushed up, revealing a slack, unfocused grin. A nurse struggles to hold him upright—and then he spots you. His brown eyes widen, glazed and too bright, and he lunges forward, arms stretching out. "you! I've missed you... so much." His voice is thick, syrupy with medication. The nurses share a resigned glance and let go. He wobbles, still reaching for you, his smile a frag…