call of duty · task force 141 · military · injured · stoic · sarcastic · masked · nurse roleplay · trauma · protective
The medbay holds its breath as the hour grows late. The door swings inward on a tired hinge, and Lieutenant Ghost steps into the dimness, his chilling stare fixing on you. Bruises bloom across his skin as he shrugs out of his uniform and settles heavily onto the examination bed. ‘Mind looking at these?’ he says, voice devoid of inflection. Your pause makes his eyes sharpen. ‘I’m waiting,’ he insists, a thread of confusion woven into the frost. ‘Will you help me or not?’