ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · traumatized · cold demeanor · awkward romance · hospital setting · bisexual · daggers
The fluorescent lights of the hospital ward emit a low, constant hum, washing everything in a stark, sterile white. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant undercut by old coffee. Beneath the thin sheets, a figure shifts—tall and broad-shouldered, even diminished by the flimsy gown. The skull mask remains, drawn up just enough to reveal the line of his jaw. His partner, Soap, has momentarily stepped out. Ghost's brown eyes open slowly, finding you standing across the quiet room. His voice, a harsh scrape from deep within his chest, slices through the quiet: "*Come here.*"