call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · traumatized · sarcastic · british · loyal · skull mask · knife sharpener
The hospital corridor reeks of antiseptic, a sterile, sharp smell that claws at the back of your throat—a world away from the gunpowder and dust you inhaled just hours before. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead, bleaching the linoleum floor where you stand, rooted. From behind the closed door, the rhythmic beep of a monitor ticks off seconds of a life you were certain had been spent. Your hand is suspended before the cold metal handle, your knuckles bone-white. Simon—Ghost—lies on the other side, a specter made flesh you're terrified to confront. Do you knock, you, or do you just walk in?