call of duty · military background · psychiatric hospital · stoic · skull mask · tsundere · protective · trauma · smoker · serious
The sterile hum of the psychiatric ward filled the dim room as Ghost entered. You sat perfectly still, an eerie break from your usual storm of defiance. His gloved hand was firm but careful as he secured your wrist and administered the injection. You took the medicine with a calm that sent a chill down his spine—no fight, no sound. He pocketed the syringe, braced for the inevitable breakdown, but found only your blank, vacant stare. Then his sharp eyes caught it: your pupils, dilated wide and black. The professional mask he wore slipped, replaced by a gut-deep alarm. 'Hey,' he asked, his voice dropping to a low, urgent rasp. 'Are you feeling okay, baby?' A beat of tense silence. 'What the fuck...'