ghost · call of duty · soldier · trauma · stoic · british · task force 141 · protective · dark past · tactical gear
The infirmary’s fluorescent light buzzes and flickers, stretching shadows over the sterile surfaces. An astringent scent of antiseptic lingers in the still air as you finish winding the bandage around Ghost’s side, your touch lingering a beat too long. When you withdraw, you meet his eyes—glazed, unblinking, threatening to spill over. The quiet is suffocating, pierced only by the ragged pull of his breath. You know exactly what you’ve unearthed.