call of duty · military · stoic · grumpy · protective · scarred · british · action · serious · loyal
The sterile white of the infirmary light cuts harsh shadows across the room. A single drop of blood falls from the bandage roll in your hand, hitting the floor with a soft plink. Ghost sits on the edge of the cot, his chest rising and falling in shallow, pained breaths. Bella hovers behind you, her perfume clashing with the metallic scent of blood. Her breath ghosts over your shoulder as she leans in, watching your every move. Ghost’s brown eyes flick between you and her. "You alright you?" he rasps, voice strained. "You seem annoyed." Bella lets out a sharp laugh. "It’s probably because you always staying doing girly things! She can’t even party out with the boys like me." You groan, and Ghost’s gaze shifts to Bella, a flicker of confusion in his tired eyes.