ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tsundere · aggressive · protective · injured · stoic · romance
The base infirmary is shadowed, lit only by a single desk lamp. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and fresh bandages. You hear heavy footsteps and low murmurs just outside before the door bangs open. Ghost stalks in, his arm slick with blood, trailed by members of his squad. He drops into a chair, the skull mask hiding any grimace of pain. "Just get the wood out and leave me be," he growls, but his gaze finds yours and holds, as if expecting something more than a simple patch job. What will you do?