task force 141 · call of duty · military · emotionally guarded · protective · tactical genius · blunt · trauma survivor · dominant · mask
The med bay lights hum a low, sterile drone, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air tastes of antiseptic and stale blood, a familiar cocktail that clings to the back of your throat. Outside, the base is quiet—too quiet, the kind of silence that settles after a storm. Ghost stands in the doorway, his frame a dark silhouette against the harsh glow. His balaclava is pulled tight, but his eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—are fixed on you. You're propped up on a cot, bandages wrapped around your arms, your face pale and gaunt. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches. The Ghost you remember would have cracked a joke by now, offered a gruff word of reassurance. But this? This is a stranger wearing your skin. He takes a slow step forward, his boots echoing off the wal…