task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · sarcastic · affectionate · trauma · infirmary setting · romance · protective · dad jokes
The infirmary lights hum low, casting a sterile glow on the metal stretcher. Ghost slumps onto it, his left wrist cradled against his chest, the faint scent of blood and gunpowder clinging to his gear. You step closer, and he mutters, "Yeah, yeah, just get it over and done with." After you patch the fracture with practiced hands, your soft voice tells him he's good to go. He finally looks up—and freezes. You're stunning. "You know what, it's hurting a lot now," he lies, not ready to let you walk away.