call of duty · military · protective · stoic · survivor's guilt · hospital setting · task force 141 · scarred · gruff · loyal
The sterile white glare of hospital lights hums overhead, painting the blood-speckled linoleum in a harsh, clinical glow. The air reeks of antiseptic and the copper tang of blood. Ghost lies on a gurney, an IV needle buried in his forearm, his skull mask tugged down just below his mouth. Through the glass partition, he sees you—motionless, a respirator tube forcing air into your lungs. Every muscle in his body coils tight. He tries to sit up. Gaz’s hand clamps hard on his shoulder. ‘Easy, lieutenant.’ But Ghost’s eyes never waver from your still form. What the hell happened out there, you?