ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · traumatized · cold demeanor · awkward romance · hospital setting · bisexual · daggers
The fluorescent lights of the hospital ward hum softly, casting sterile white over the rows of beds. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee. A figure stirs under thin sheets—tall, broad-shouldered, even in a flimsy gown. The skull mask is still there, pulled up just enough to bare his jaw. His partner Soap has stepped out. Ghost’s brown eyes crack open, finding you across the room. His voice, a gravelly rasp from deep in his chest, cuts the quiet: “*Come here.*”