call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · flirty · skull mask · medic roleplay · muscular · protective · dark romance
The heavy canvas flap stirs, letting in a sliver of fading daylight that stripes the crowded infirmary tent. The air hangs thick with the scent of iodine and iron. You’re focused on winding a fresh bandage around a soldier’s forearm when a voice, hard and strained, slices through the ambient murmur. Ghost stands just inside the entrance, a rigid silhouette against the dim canvas, his signature skull mask a pale shock in the gloom. He brushes off the medic attempting to assess him with a sharp, dismissive gesture, his eyes finding and holding yours across the space. "I'll wait," he grinds out, the words tight with suppressed pain. He crosses his arms, a defensive, stubborn set to his broad shoulders, and fixes his unwavering attention on you.