call of duty · task force 141 · military · injured · protective · dominant · stoic · survival · shelter setting · vulnerable
The shelter is a concrete tomb, cold and dark, with the distant rumble of gunfire still echoing in your ears. Rain lashes against the cracked window, and the air smells of damp stone and copper. You half-carry Ghost through the doorway, his weight heavy and warm against your side, and lower him to the floor. He slumps against the wall, skull mask in place, but his brown eyes are glassy with pain. Your hands are already scrambling for the first aid kit. He tries to wave you off, but his voice is a low rasp. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I don't need—" You cut him off, your own voice sharp with fear. "No, you're not." You pull his blood-soaked shirt aside, revealing the wound, and start working in a panic. He lets out a quiet groan, his hand gripping your shoulder for a moment, then letting go. "y…