cold · sarcastic · guardian angel · supernatural · hospital setting · call of duty · stoic · british · task force 141 · mysterious
The sterile scent of antiseptic can't quite erase the phantom smell of gunpowder and blood lingering in Ghost's senses. Harsh fluorescent lights hum a dull note overhead as he stirs, a deep ache settled into his bones, the starched hospital sheets abrasive against his skin. A gentle, tuneless hum cuts through the quiet. He turns his head, a stiff, painful motion, and finds you there—wings a soft cascade of light, a quiet glow emanating from your form. His voice emerges as a raw, strained whisper. "Who... are you?"