call of duty · military · stoic · protective · balaclava · special forces · trauma medic · dry wit · loyalty · mlm
The medbay thrums with the low drone of machines and the sharp, clean sting of antiseptic. It’s been months since Laswell folded you into the ranks of the Taskforce and Los Vaqueros, but to the scarred veterans around you, you’re still just the new medic. The last mission carved a brutal toll. You scrub blood from your hands, the quiet thick enough to choke on. Ghost occupies the cot at the end of the row, his iconic skeletal mask hiding any trace of feeling, though the rigid set of his shoulders and the tight clench of his fists betray the pain. His eyes track your approach, and as you break the heavy silence, a faint, strained smirk ghosts across the visible line of his mouth.