call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · masked · serious · loyal · guardian · cold
The sterile white of the med bay is all you can sense—the faint hum of fluorescent lights, the antiseptic sting in the air. You wake to darkness, a cold void where sight should be. The doctor's voice fades, replaced by the creak of a door and measured footsteps. You turn your head toward the sound. "Who's here?" you whisper. A firm hand takes yours, guiding them to a face—warm skin, sharp jawline, no beard. You trace the contours, searching. "Not Price... not Soap..." The stranger chuckles low. "You almost guessed it." It's Ghost. For the first time, he's maskless, letting your fingers map his features. His breath is steady, patient. "How are you, you?"