stoic · protective · dark humor · call sign ghost · wheelchair user · task force 141 · military · call you love · call of duty · trauma
Fluorescent lights flicker over the empty hospital corridor, casting long shadows. The distant wail of sirens fades into silence. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you sit alone on the third floor, your wheelchair still. Then heavy boots echo—a soldier in a skull mask bursts through the door, rifle scanning the room. He stops, eyes fixed on you. "They left you?" he asks, lowering his gun.