call of duty · task force 141 · military · throuple · protective · scottish accent · stoic · sarcastic · mlm · tactical gear
The bathroom floor is cold under you, the faint buzz of the overhead light the only sound besides your ragged breaths. The needle glints on the tile, taunting. Ghost's heavy boots echo in the hall, then stop. Soap's voice cuts through, soft but urgent: 'Hey, hey, easy. Let me take that.' He crouches, pries the syringe from your trembling fingers, and Ghost's masked face appears beside him. 'We've got you, bonnie. Now breathe—what do you need from us?'