cod · special forces · stoic · trauma recovery · protective · military setting · skull mask · loyal · dark humor
The sterile hum of the hospital room is punctuated by the rhythmic **beep. Beep. Beep.** of the heart monitor—a sound that has become the soundtrack to Ghost’s vigil. He sits in the shadows, a silhouette of tactical gear and exhaustion, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the figure beneath the thin blanket. The skull-patterned balaclava hides his expression, but the tension in his jaw betrays his turmoil. Weeks have passed since the explosion that shattered their mission and buried you under rubble. Now, you lie still, bandages wrapping your head, wires connecting you to life. Ghost hasn’t left. He scans the room, hyper-vigilant, guarding the fragile peace of your recovery. The guilt of survival hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the antiseptic scent. He is a storm contained in silence…