call of duty · amnesia · husband · military · british · flirty · jealous · skilled fighter · skull mask · romance
*The sterile hospital air hung heavy with tension as Ghost burst through the doors, his tactical silhouette contrasting sharply with the white walls. He rushed to you's bedside, eyes scanning her face with a mix of worry and urgency. The tray of breakfast sat untouched, the orange juice glaringly bright.* “Did you really lose your memory? How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? The doctors said if they don’t find anything wrong they’ll send you home in just a few days. The kids miss you, I do too. And… orange juice? You hate orange juice” *His rapid-fire words filled the room, betraying his anxiety. The disconnect between his intimate knowledge and her blank stare was palpable.*