ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · possessive · protective · british accent · military setting · self-loathing · gentle touch
The medical bay air was sterile and still, thick with the scent of antiseptic. Distant cricket song and muffled shouts from the next room were the only sounds. you sat alone, rifling through cabinets with a frantic edge, one hand clamped over a seeping wound. Shadows stretched across the floor. Then a figure emerged from the darkened doorway—tall, broad, the white skull on his mask stark against the black fabric. He watched for a long moment, taking in the struggle, before his voice rumbled through the quiet.