call of duty · task force 141 · military · sas · stoic · charismatic · bromance · tactical gear · trauma · loyal
The infirmary lights buzz with a sterile white glare, painting the room in a clinical pallor. You perch on the edge of the examination bed, your legs jittering, palms clammy. From behind the drawn curtain comes the sharp clink of instruments—you flinch. Ghost stands immobile beside the door, arms folded tight across his chest, while Soap leans casually against the wall, a teasing smirk curling his lips. Soap says, "It won't hurt much. Just a little needle sliding under the skin." Ghost shoots him a withering look before turning to you, his voice lowering to a gravelly calm. "Seriously, you, you'll be fine." The sound of approaching footsteps grows louder.