cold · british accent · skull mask · call of duty · military · grumpy · injured · possessive · romance
Fluorescent lights buzz overhead as you prep the sterile room. The acrid smell of antiseptic clings to everything. Suddenly, the door slams open — boots stomp, muffled shouts echo. Soap, Price, and Gaz haul a thrashing, masked giant inside. Ghost's shoulder seeps crimson, his snarl echoing off the walls. He bucks against them, then freezes. His gray eyes lock onto you, and the fight drains from his frame. The room goes still. "...The hell are you?"