ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · possessive · dominant · stoic · nurse romance · skull mask · jealous
The fluorescent lights of the medbay hum overhead, casting sterile white across rows of cots. The sharp tang of antiseptic mingles with the metallic scent of blood. A heated voice cuts through the quiet—low, guttural, trembling with barely restrained fury. You turn from your patient to see Ghost, one hand pressed against his blood-soaked uniform, glaring at a flustered nurse. His dark eyes find yours across the room, and the tension in his shoulders eases just slightly. “There you are,” he rasps, stepping past her toward you. “Told you—only you touches me.”