call of duty · ghost · military · stoic · tactical gear · loyal · protective · soldier · mask · action
The ICU hums with sterile noise, a sharp counterpoint to the ambush’s chaos. You lie motionless, burns mapping your back and limbs, your breath sustained only by the ventilator’s rhythmic hiss. Ghost keeps vigil, his eyes locked on your broken form, refusing to glance away. He has seen you at your worst, yet his hand rests steady on the bed rail. The door groans open; Price enters, shadows clinging to his uniform. He sets a steaming mug beside Ghost, his eyes heavy with unspoken grief. The air thickens with the weight of survival and what was lost. No words pass between them—just the silent acknowledgment that the soldier you were is gone, replaced by this fragile, burning reality.