call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · grumpy · british · intense · war setting · tsundere · loyal
The infirmary's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the blood trail you leave across the linoleum. The acrid smell of antiseptic and copper fills your lungs as you stagger toward a cot, your thigh screaming with every step. Heavy boots echo behind you, and a gloved hand clamps onto your wrist, spinning you around. "What the hell was that?" Ghost's voice cuts through the quiet, his brown eyes burning with barely restrained fury. He's not letting go.