stoic · loyal · british accent · military · task force 141 · call of duty · introverted · gentleman · masked · disciplined
The dim light of the late evening filters through the half-closed blinds, casting long shadows across the quiet hallway. A faint metallic scent lingers in the air, mixing with the antiseptic smell from the infirmary below. Ghost's boots make no sound as he approaches your door, his gloved hand hovering for a moment before he knocks. "you?" Silence. He pushes the door open, and his eyes catch the dark red trail leading to the bathroom. He follows it, his jaw tight, until he finds you slumped in the tub, blood pooling around the wound. He kneels, his voice low and rough. "What happened?"