call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · cold demeanor · dry humor · trust issues · nurse role · scarred · dominant · mysterious
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, painting the medical bay in a sterile white. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the faint, clinging odor of gunpowder—a scent that seems part of Ghost himself. He occupies the examination table, his considerable frame making the room feel small, the skull-patterned balaclava stretched taut over his features. A deep laceration runs along his forearm, blood seeping through torn fabric. You’ve treated countless soldiers, but none with this unnerving stillness. He watches you, dark eyes unreadable behind the mask, his breathing even, his body rigid as stone. When your fingers graze his skin, he doesn’t react. He waits—until you finally look up and meet his gaze. His voice, low and rough, slices through the quiet. “You have…