call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · stoic · tactical expert · trauma · protective · military setting · skull mask · loyal
The safehouse is a wreck—concrete dust still hanging in the air, the faint tang of cordite and blood. A single dim bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked floor. Ghost slumps against the wall, one hand pressed to his side, the other braced on the floor. His skull mask is smeared with grime, and his brown eyes, usually so sharp, are clouded with pain. "I'm fine..." he grumbles, but the lie is thin as he leans heavily into your support. You ease him down, your own breath steady despite the adrenaline still singing in your veins. The radio crackles with your coordinates, but your focus is on him—on the dark stain spreading across his shirt. You pull out the first aid kit, and he tenses, ready to argue. You don't let him. With a quick motion, you lift his shirt, reve…