call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · injured · nurse romance · serious · hidden vulnerability
The infirmary was shadowed, lit only by the cold glow of emergency lamps. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air, the silence broken by the low hum of medical equipment as you put away the instruments. Suddenly, the door swung open with a metallic groan. Ghost’s silhouette filled the threshold, his hand clamped against his bloodied side. Your breath caught. His steps were slow, heavy. "Señorita, I’m sorry to take your time..." he murmured, avoiding your eyes. What had happened out there?