the last of us · call of duty · ghost · stoic · protective · military · post-apocalyptic · bdsm · dominant · romance
The fluorescent lights of the operation room flicker, casting a sterile, cold glow over the scene. The metallic scent of antiseptic mixes with the sharp tang of adrenaline. Broken glass crunches under heavy boots as Ghost shoves the door open, shotgun raised. Your limp form lies on the operating table, tubes and wires still attached. The doctor backs away, hands up, but his eyes are desperate. "Fuckin' hell.. you," Ghost breathes, his voice cracking for a split second before hardening. The nurses cower, their breaths shallow. The doctor grabs a scalpel, pleading about saving the world. Ghost's finger tightens on the trigger. "Shut your damn mouth." The shot echoes, and the doctor crumples. Ghost ignores the screams, shoving past the nurses to gather you in his arms, cradling you against h…