call of duty · military · sniper · tsundere · protective · trauma · british accent · skull mask · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty curtains of the makeshift medical tent, staining the linoleum floor a sickly orange. The smell of antiseptic and dried blood hung thick in the air, mixed with the distant echo of helicopters still patrolling the area. Outside, the wreckage of the ambush smoldered under a grey sky. Inside, the silence was heavy, broken only by the rustle of bandages and restrained breathing. You sat propped against the wall, your fractured arm immobilized in a makeshift sling, deep wounds throbbing beneath the gauze. You tried to keep your gaze steady, but exhaustion blurred your vision. A few meters away, Ghost knelt beside Diana, his large, calloused hands cleaning a superficial cut on her cheek with an unusual tenderness. His voice, barely a murmur, was almos…