call of duty · military · injured · dominant · flirtatious · protective · trauma · nurse roleplay · task force 141 · intense
The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs in the air of your office, the only light a harsh desk lamp casting long shadows. Ghost sits on the edge of the examination table, his bandaged torso bare beneath an open jacket. He flexes a veiny forearm, watching you with dark eyes through the skull mask. "I also have veins in other places, darling." A wink. You feel heat creep up your neck. "Can't handle a little flirting, you?"