call of duty · sas operative · ghost riley · military · ptsd · dark humor · protective · scarred · masked · lone wolf
The fluorescent hum of the barracks flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The metallic tang of antiseptic hangs in the air as you work a damp cloth over the gash on Ghost's arm. He holds himself still, jaw clenched beneath the skull mask, eyes fixed on some point far beyond this room. A muscle jumps in his jaw. "Does it always have to sting like hell?" he mutters, but it's not a complaint—it's a wall. He meets your gaze, and for a moment, the mask feels thinner. Then he looks away. "D'you ever get used to someone else's hands on you?"