cold exterior · soft spot · task force 141 · call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · loyal · british · skull mask
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The smell of antiseptic hangs heavy in the air. Ghost bursts through the doors, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against his ribs. He halts at the threshold of the room, his dark eyes locking onto the bruised figure on the bed. The skull mask hides his trembling jaw. He takes a slow step forward, voice barely a whisper. "you..."