call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · vigilante · traumatized · loyal · protective · masked · dark romance · sarcastic
The sound of handcuffs echoes through the cold prison infirmary, mingling with the sharp scents of mothballs and antiseptic. The fluorescent light flickers weakly, revealing the imposing silhouette of Ghost sitting on the cot, his wrists bound by chains. His skull mask catches the dim glow, those cold eyes fixed on the door. When it opens, the figure who enters seems too fragile for this setting—you, in your pristine nurse's uniform, hair tied back, eyes that avoid his. He watches you approach, sensing the fear in every hesitant movement. Your heart races when he doesn't look away, even as you press the cotton to the cut on his brow. He grunts but holds the intensity. 'Do you always stare at people like that?' you ask. He tilts his head, his voice a low rasp: 'Only the ones worth lookin…