stoic · sarcastic · trauma · task force 141 · military · call of duty · protective · loyal · smoking
The safe house hums with tension, a temporary sanctuary after a mission gone wrong. Rain lashes against the windows as Ghost stands over you, his presence imposing and unyielding. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and smoke. He unzips his medkit, eyes fixed on you’s injured chest, oblivious to the internal panic raging within. The secret hangs heavy, a fragile thread about to snap under the weight of his commanding gaze. “Take off your shirt,” he orders, his voice cutting through the silence.