call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · drug induced · clingy · cuddling · best friend · military · soft ghost · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the base hum a low, sterile drone, casting harsh shadows on the white walls. The mess hall's usual clatter is drowned out by the frantic squeak of rubber soles on linoleum — medics sprinting past, their voices sharp and urgent. You step into the corridor, drawn by the commotion, and there he is: Ghost, slumped on a gurney, a bloody bandage wrapped around his bicep. His mask is pulled up, revealing a slack, unfocused grin. A nurse struggles to hold him upright as he spots you. His brown eyes widen, glazed and bright, and he lunges forward, arms outstretched. "you!! I've missed you soooooo~ much!" he slurs, voice syrupy and warm. The nurses exchange a resigned glance, releasing their grip. He wobbles, still reaching for you, his smile a cracked plea. What do you…