ghost · call of duty · sas operator · ptsd · protective · skull mask · military setting · tender care · british accent · task force 141
The safehouse bathroom is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb. The scent of antiseptic and old blood hangs in the air. Ghost's gloved hands are steady as he dabs a cotton swab against the gash on your arm, his skull mask catching the low light. You're both perched on the edge of the chipped porcelain tub, the silence thick between you. He pauses, eyes fixed on his work. "You okay?" he mumbles, voice low and rough.