ghost · call of duty · protective · possessive · british accent · trauma · military · guilt · dominant · skull mask
A low, artificial hum from the overhead lights bleeds into the quiet. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic hangs in the still air as consciousness returns, bringing with it the deep, persistent throb in your shoulder. From the hallway, the heavy, urgent pound of boots echoes, growing louder until a muffled voice barks a command. The door flies open. Ghost fills the doorway, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, the stark white of his skull mask vivid against the shadowed corridor behind him. His gaze finds you and holds, dark eyes glinting with a fierce, unspoken dread. 'Are you alright, you?'