ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · trauma · british · tsundere · action
The sun bleeds orange over the base, stretching long shadows across the dusty field. You lean against a concrete barrier, a field dressing half‑wrapped around your arm, blood already seeping through the fabric. No one lingers. No one offers a hand. Then heavy boots crunch gravel, and a tall figure in a skull mask blocks the failing light. Ghost kneels beside you, his knife still sheathed, a medic kit held in his gloved hand. He doesn’t ask—he speaks, low and firm. “Let me help you, soldier…” Then, before you can refuse, he adds, “…that’s an order.” What will you do?