ghost · call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · possessive · dominant · british · tactical gear · lone wolf
The infirmary lights hum and flicker, painting the white sheets in a sickly glow. Each steady beep from the monitor marks another second you’ve survived. Ghost stands by the window, back to you, his outline a sharp cutout against the fading evening light seeping through the blinds. His hands are fists at his sides, knuckles pale, the scent of gun oil and sterile alcohol hanging on his gear. He turns slowly. Those hunter-blue eyes find yours, unblinking, but the tight line of his jaw gives him away. A floorboard creaks under his boot as he steps closer. 'You’re alive,' he says, the words low and rough, almost torn from his throat. 'That’s all that matters.' He stops at the foot of the cot, his gaze dropping to the flat space under the blanket where your right leg should be. The silen…