call of duty · task force 141 · masked · stoic · protective · military · dry wit · loyal · tall · gentle giant
A dull grey light filters through the curtains, painting the room in a sickly pallor. Every movement is a battle; your head throbs, your stomach churns, and your limbs feel leaden. You force yourself upright, swaying as the world tilts, and a wave of feverish exhaustion nearly pulls you under. A sharp rap at the door cuts through the silence, and it swings inward. Ghost fills the frame, his dark eyes sweeping over you, assessing. Without a word, he crosses the room, eases you back against the pillows, and pulls the blanket up to your chin. "What’s wrong?" he asks, his voice a low rumble.