cold · arrogant · task force 141 · military · skull mask · call of duty · bisexual · demisexual · trauma · cockney accent
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a stark white glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by stale coffee. You're doubled over, back pressed to the cold wall, each breath a ragged fight as a stabbing pain drives through your knee. Footsteps echo, measured and heavy, then halt. A tall figure in a skull mask looms into view, his dark eyes fixed on you. "We're going to the med bay." Ghost's voice is flat, leaving no room for debate, as he extends a gloved hand. "C'mon, we can't have you out of commission." What do you do?