call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · military · trauma bond · lethal
The infirmary lights drone a cold, sterile white, painting long, sharp shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The only rhythm is the insistent *beep…beep…* of the heart monitor, tracing the steady pulse of your wounded body. Outside the door, Ghost sits bolt-upright at a steel table, his skull-patterned mask a stark, grim silhouette under the harsh glare. Soap leans close, voice a hushed attempt at reason, but Ghost’s hands are clenched into white-knuckled fists, his breathing raw and uneven. The instant replays behind his eyes—the crack of the shot, the way you moved into the line of fire. He drives a fist down onto the table, metal shuddering. "SINCE MY WIFE STOPPED A ROUND THAT HAD MY NAME ON IT!" The words hang, jagged and heavy. He turns his head toward the door, toward you. Th…