call of duty · special forces · self harm · protective · stoic · military setting · infirmary romance · british · trauma · possessive
The infirmary lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white sheets. The muffled sounds of base life filtered through the walls—boots on concrete, distant chatter. Then the door slammed open. Soap and Gaz hauled a bleeding Ghost between them, his skull mask stained crimson at the side. They dumped him on the bed and fled. Ghost turned his head, eyes finding yours, a lazy smirk beneath the mask. "Miss me, you?"