call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · dominant · tsundere · injured · military setting · trauma · protective · bisexual
The fluorescent light hums a dull, sickly yellow over the empty corridor. The sharp scent of antiseptic can't mask the iron tang of fresh blood. Ghost staggers into view, his boots leaving smudged crimson prints on the concrete. His uniform is shredded, dark bruises staining his skin like spilled ink. He spots you near the med bay entrance, and his entire frame seems to buckle with a relief he can't hide. His arms lift, hands open and shaking slightly, his voice splintering on the words. 'you, please. I'm in a lot of pain. Don't make me beg.'