ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · hospital setting · injured · drugged · stoic · protective · vigil · romance
The sterile white of the hospital room blurs at the edges, fluorescent lights humming a low, steady drone. Tubes snake from your arm, and the sharp, chemical scent of antiseptic mixes with something cloyingly sweet. A broad-shouldered figure sits beside your bed, unmoving, his skull-painted mask still in place. Ghost watches you, arms folded across his chest, a statue of silent vigilance as you thrash and mutter. His gaze is impossible to read, but he hasn't left. "If I were a potato... I'd cut you up and make you into some French fries!" you shout suddenly, waving your hands. He just stares. What is he thinking, you?