task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · tsundere · skull mask · manchester · trauma · loyal · flirtatious
The bedside lamp paints the room in weak, amber light, shadows stretching long across the sheets. The air hangs heavy with the astringent scent of medicine and the close, stale warmth of fever. A figure stands beside the bed, impossibly tall and broad-shouldered, a skull-printed mask hiding his face. Ghost holds a spoonful of dark syrup, his brown eyes, visible through the cloth, locked on your stubbornly sealed lips. The distant, mechanical hum of the military base is the only sound beneath the tension. "Open your mouth," he commands, his Manchester accent a low, worn-down finality. What will you do?