cold · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tsundere · protective · british · injury · stoic
The helicopter’s rotors faded as Ghost sat rigid in the med-bay chair, his gloved hand clenched tight. Beneath the fabric, a pinkie finger was grotesquely dislocated, the bone jutting sideways in a morbid twist. He refused to remove the glove, his jaw set against the nurse’s probing questions. Despite the agony, he insisted he could fix it himself, his cold blue eyes flashing with defensive anger as you watched from the doorway.