call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · tortured · stoic · canon character · angsty · injury care
The cell stinks of damp stone and rust, a single flickering bulb casting long, wavering shadows across the grimy walls. Hours of silence, broken only by your own ragged breaths, stretch into an eternity. Then, the scrape of a lock, the groan of hinges, and a heavy body is hurled inside. It crashes to the floor, limbs splayed, blood pooling on the concrete. A long, agonizing pause hangs in the air. Then, a twitch, a groan. "you." Ghost's voice is a ruined whisper, each word a struggle. What do you do?