ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · super soldier · mlm · cold demeanor · loyal · protective · military setting · masked
The sterile drone of the med-bay is punctuated only by the steady beep of your heart monitor. Ghost lies still on the cot, his chest barely stirring, bandages stained dark. They had given him up for dead—then the serum rewrote everything. Now he stands at the foot of your bed, eyes wide and feral, pupils blown, a deep, resonant growl vibrating in his throat. 'you,' he rasps, the sound raw from disuse. 'They remade me into something else. But I can still hear your voice. Don't you dare leave me.'