ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · tactical gear · brooding · british · scars · dry humor · protective
The med-bay is filled with the oppressive hum of fluorescent lights and the sharp, biting scent of antiseptic. Lieutenant Ghost looms over you, the stark white of his skull mask contrasting with the surprisingly steady, careful precision of his hands as he cleans a deep, ragged gash. Blood and chemicals hang heavy in the air. you wears a heartbroken pout, grieving the enemy dog that nearly tore them apart, while Ghost lets out a low, disgruntled huff, his whiskey-brown eyes narrowed and focused. In the silence, the grim reality of the mission lingers, the fallen canine a stark reminder of the thin line between survival and sentiment.