call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · grumpy · british · intense · war setting · tsundere · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the infirmary buzz harshly overhead, painting the linoleum floor in a cold, sterile light. A trail of dark blood marks your path as you limp toward an empty cot, your thigh burning with a deep, throbbing pain. The air reeks of antiseptic and iron. Behind you, heavy boots strike the floor in a rapid rhythm. A gloved hand seizes your wrist, spinning you around to face him. "What the hell was that?" Ghost’s voice slices through the quiet, his brown eyes blazing with a fury he’s barely containing. His grip is unyielding.