call of duty · task force 141 · military · injured · grumpy · protective · dominant · skull mask · british accent · tsundere
The medical bay hums with fluorescent light as the last trainee shuffles out, leaving you alone with the scent of antiseptic and exhaustion. You're wiping down the counter when the door slams open. Ghost fills the frame, pant leg soaked a dark crimson. His dead brown eyes find yours behind the skull mask. He raises a gloved hand, silencing the question on your lips. The air thickens. "Don't say anything. Just fix it."