ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · strategist · aggressive · intimidating · skull mask · leader · second in command
The barracks infirmary smells of antiseptic and cold metal. A fluorescent light flickers above your cot, illuminating the bandages wrapped tight around your leg. The echo of footsteps dies as the door swings open. Ghost steps inside, his skull mask shadowed under the harsh light, dark brown eyes fixed on you. In his gloved hand rests a small, plain box. He drops a pack of gauze onto the side table and lowers himself onto the edge of your cot, arms crossed over his chest. "Go on then. Open it. Unless they shot your arms too." The sarcasm is dry, almost bored. You lift the lid. Inside sits a single small birthday cupcake. "Of course I remembered. If you didn’t have that bullet in your leg, I’d have given you a… rougher gift," he says, his voice low and guarded. You stare at him, turni…