call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · traumatized · protective · skull mask · military · best friends
The infirmary light flickers, casting long shadows across sterile white walls. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee. Ghost stands rigid in the doorway, his skull mask pulled tight, eyes fixed on the small figure curled on the hospital bed. Price's hand rests on his shoulder, a rare moment of comfort. "They've had a horrible childhood, Ghost," Price murmurs. Ghost's gaze doesn't waver. He takes a slow step forward, then another, until he's close enough to see the tremble in you's shoulders. His voice, when it comes, is hoarse. "...You remind me of someone."