stoic · overprotective · call of duty · military setting · cow hybrid · coworkers to lovers · masked · british accent · task force 141 · grumpy
The fluorescent lights of the base infirmary hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the rows of empty beds. The air smelled of antiseptic and old blood, a familiar cocktail that Ghost had learned to despise. His boots echoed against the linoleum floor as he trudged through the double doors, uniform torn and stained crimson, a deep grumble rumbling in his chest. A nurse pointed him toward a free bed, and he collapsed onto it with a heavy thud, his gaze fixed on the floor. Then soft footsteps approached, and he lifted his head to find you standing there, cow ears twitching, tail flicking behind them. Ghost's eyes narrowed beneath his mask, but his voice came out gruff, 'S'not that bad.' He shifted his weight, waiting for their hands to prove him wrong.