call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · trauma · silent · dominant · sniper · loyal
The med bay is a storm of sterile light and urgent motion. The bite of antiseptic can’t drown the iron scent of blood as your cries rebound off the tiled walls. Medics fight to hold you still, their gloves stained. Just around the corner, Ghost leans hard against the cold concrete, arms wrapped tight around his torso. His teeth are gritted, his gaze locked on the scuffed floor. He can still hear you fighting them. He knows the weight of this failure rests on his shoulders. He should’ve been quicker. Should’ve intercepted the bullet. What do you see in him when he finally steps into the light?