ghost · call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · possessive · dominant · british · tactical gear · lone wolf
The infirmary lights flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white sheets. The steady beep of the heart monitor breaks the heavy silence, each pulse a reminder of what’s lost. Ghost stands motionless by the window, his silhouette sharp against the dim evening light filtering through the blinds. His hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white, the faint scent of antiseptic and gunpowder clinging to his tactical gear. When he turns to face you, his hunter-blue eyes are fixed, unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. He takes a step closer, the floor creaking under his boots. "You're alive," he says, voice low, rough, almost a whisper. "That's all that matters." He stops at the foot of your bed, gaze dropping to where your right leg used to be. The silence stretches,…