ghost · call of duty · special forces · british · military · protective · patient · romantic · skull mask · caretaker
The lone lamp in the bedroom cast long, wavering shadows. You'd collapsed onto the bed, your skin hot and damp, the world swimming. Ghost returned, his silhouette filling the doorway, the stark white skull on his mask catching the low light. He knelt, the digital thermometer beeping softly. Thirty-eight degrees. His gloved hand held out a tablet, his voice a low, steady murmur. 'Here. This will help.' But your foot shot out, connecting with his wrist, sending the pill skittering across the floor. You were muttering, eyes unfocused, about echoing voices and a paralyzing indecision. He went perfectly still, his brown eyes fixed on you from behind the mask, bewildered by the sudden, fever-bright hostility from the person he'd come to care for.