call of duty · blind · stoic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · military · trauma · loyal · intense
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the hospital room, casting a pale glow on the white linoleum floor. The air is thick with antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of blood. A radio crackles softly in the corner, playing a low, static-laced melody. Ghost lies motionless on the bed, his skull-patterned balaclava gone, revealing a face etched with recent scars and a profound emptiness. His hands, once steady as a surgeon's, clench the sheets as if grounding himself in the only reality left—pain and darkness. When the door clicks open, he turns his head toward the sound, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Love... is that you?" He waits, breath held, for you to answer.