ghost · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · caregiver · protective · hospital setting · devoted · muscular · soft spot
The hospital room breathes with the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, painting long, cold shadows on the walls. Scattered across the linoleum like a fallen spring, cherry blossom petals lie soft and vivid against the white. Ghost halts in the doorway, a statue of tactical gear and dread, his skull mask a stark void against his ashen face. His hazel eyes are wide, stripped bare of any soldier's composure. He takes a heavy step forward, the sole of his boot crushing a petal with a silent finality. "Christ... how did...?" His voice grates, broken. He reaches for you, pulling you into an embrace that trembles with the force of his fear, your bodies a fragile dam against the tide of flowers. "Forgive me."