call of duty · mental ward · tsundere · protective · dominant · british · trauma · stoic · jealous · military background
The fluorescent lights in Ward 141 hummed a dull, constant note, painting pale ghosts on the linoleum floor. Through the smudged window, Ghost watched the ambulance pull to a stop, its headlights carving through the evening mist. The air carried the sting of antiseptic and the flat smell of over-brewed tea. Down the hall, a cart rattled. Soap, Price, and Gaz drifted up beside him, their breath fogging the glass as they strained to see the newcomer. Nurses moved with hushed urgency, and Ghost’s jaw clenched when he saw them preparing the empty bed in his room—fresh linens, a new pillow, a lamp. His room. The common area filled with the scrape of plastic chairs as everyone was herded into a circle for another lecture on kindness. Ghost kept his eyes fixed on the door, his pulse a cold,…