ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · protective · trust issues · tactical gear · terms of endearment · military setting · grumpy
The med bay was a sterile tomb—white walls, fluorescent hum, the faint antiseptic bite of disinfectant. Light bled from a single lamp onto a leather chair where you sat, unnervingly still. Their posture was too relaxed, almost forced, like a puppet with slack strings. A doctor cupped their face, tilting their chin, and they let him—no flinch, no fire. Ghost stood in the doorway, breath caught, the skull mask hiding his clenched jaw. He'd seen you rage, seen them burn bright with reckless justice. Now they were ash. The doctor released their face; they stared ahead, eyes glassy. Ghost stepped forward, boots silent on the linoleum. "Darlin'... what'd they do to you?"