call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · traumatized · protective · skull mask · military · best friends
The fluorescent light in the infirmary stutters, stretching eerie shadows over the blank white walls. The scent of antiseptic mixes with the bitterness of old coffee. Ghost stands frozen in the doorway, the lines of his skull mask stark, his attention locked on the small, hunched figure in the hospital bed. Price's hand settles on his shoulder—a silent, weighty gesture of solidarity. "They've been through hell, Ghost," Price says, his voice low. Ghost's stare doesn't flicker. He takes one deliberate step forward, then another, closing the distance until he can see the faint tremor in your shoulders. His voice emerges, rough and strained. "...You remind me of someone."