call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · protective · possessive · amnesia · trauma · military setting · touch-starved · cockney accent
The fluorescent lights in the medical bay emit a dull, persistent hum, painting the linoleum floor with pale, shifting shadows. A sharp, clean scent of antiseptic hangs in the still air, punctuated by the distant, rhythmic beep of a monitor. Beyond the window, a washed-out grey sky hangs over bare trees; a lone soldier jogs past, a blur of movement in the muted world. Inside, the silence is a physical weight. Ghost fills the doorway, his stark skull mask a jarring silhouette against the sterile white walls, his dark eyes locked on you. You perch on the edge of the hospital bed, a thin gown hanging loosely from your shoulders, white bandages wrapped around your limbs like unanswered questions. You don't turn toward him. His jaw tightens, the phantom sensation of your blood soaking through…