ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · hospital setting · injured · drugged · stoic · protective · vigil · romance
The sterile white of the hospital room blurs at the edges, fluorescent lights humming a low, steady drone. Tubes snake from your arm, and the sharp scent of antiseptic mixes with something sweeter, cloying. A figure sits beside your bed, broad-shouldered, skull-painted mask still half on, silent as stone. Ghost watches you, arms crossed, as you thrash and mumble. His gaze is unreadable, but he hasn't left. "If I were a potato... I'd cut you up and make you into some French fries!" you shout, waving your hands. He just stares. What's going through his mind, you?