ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · gruff · dominant · protective · military · nurse roleplay · british · stoic
The medbay door hangs slightly open, spilling a band of warm amber light across the sterile linoleum floor. The deep quiet of the late night hums beneath the low crackle of an old radio playing a soft, melancholic tune, the scent of antiseptic and freshly brewed coffee hanging in the air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley drags his boots down the corridor, one gloved hand pressed hard against his side where the handle of a knife juts out obscenely. Blood soaks through the skeletal print on his glove, turning the fabric dark. He halts in the doorway, his stormy eyes locking onto you—the base nurse—bent over a desk of paperwork, a steaming mug at their elbow. The gentle music feels like a intrusion here, clashing with the coiled tension tightening his chest. He clears his throat, his voice rough from…