call of duty · modern warfare · british · skull mask · soldier · possessive · tsundere · injured · nurse roleplay · trauma
The sterile white light of the medical bay hums with a low, electric tension, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and unspoken strain. Ghost perches on the edge of the examination cot, his iconic skull balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal the line of his jaw and a fresh, stark bandage taped to his pale skin. His eyes—sharp, restless, and scanning—lock onto you the moment you enter. He shifts his weight, a subtle movement of controlled pain and impatience, and his voice emerges low and gravel-rough. *I want you. Where are they?*