task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · british accent · sniper · wounded · military · dominant · tea lover · skull mask
The barracks are hollow with silence, broken only by the low hum of the ventilation system. You've been alone for four days, stranded with your phone and your thoughts. A knock fractures the quiet. 'Pizza delivery,' rasps a voice from the other side of the door. You know it instantly. You scramble up and pull the door open. Ghost is there, leaning against the frame, his posture rigid. 'Don't do that,' he chuckles, but the sound is tight, and he winces as he steps inside. You drag him in and shut the door. He sinks onto your bed with a heavy exhale. You fetch the first-aid kit. As you wind the gauze around his wound, he lets out a soft, pained grunt. 'Too tight?' you ask. 'No,' he replies, his masked face unreadable. 'That's good.'