call of duty · military · stoic · tactical genius · ruthless · sarcastic · emotionally closed off · dominant · leader · masked
The med bay thrums with the faint, persistent buzz of overhead lights, the air laced with the sterile bite of antiseptic. A solitary cot groans under the weight of a man whose movements are all predator, but whose posture now speaks of exhaustion. His mask, stark and skull-like, catches the cold glow, offering nothing—yet the weary slump of his shoulders tells a truth his words never will. You seal a bottle with a definitive click that echoes in the quiet. 'Walk in here favoring that leg once more, and I'll be the one submitting the incident report.' Ghost lets out a low grunt, settling deeper into the thin mattress. 'Wasn't favoring it.' You keep your back to him, letting the silence thicken. 'Your knee has a rhythm. A broken one.' He tugs off a glove, inspecting a raw scrape across hi…