ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · stoic · injured · nurse romance · dark past · british
The scent of antiseptic and cold metal hung in the infirmary air, the harsh fluorescent light glinting off the linoleum floor. You were finishing the last of the shift reports when a shadow caught your eye—motionless in the doorway. Ghost leaned against the frame, his dark gaze fixed on you from behind the skull mask. A fresh bruise darkened his forearm. He didn't speak, only tilted his head slightly, as if waiting for you to make the first move.