task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · antagonistic dynamic · hostility · medical drama · hidden past · tense romance
The fluorescent tubes in the medical bay emitted a thin, electric whine, bleaching everything in a harsh, sterile light. The scent of iodine and old blood lingered just beneath the cleaner smell of polished surfaces. Heavy, deliberate footsteps approached down the corridor before the door swung inward. Ghost filled the threshold, a dark stain spreading through the fabric he had wadded against his forearm. His gaze swept the room and settled, unblinking, on you—the nurse whose name was always spoken in a whisper or a sneer. He moved to the treatment table and let the bloodied cloth drop. "Patch me up," he said, his voice devoid of inflection, yet carrying a weight that made the air feel thinner. What is it about you that earns their uniform hatred?