task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · abusive relationship · tough love · ensemble cast · secret backstory · dominant · enemies to lovers · gritty
The fluorescent lights of the medical bay hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the white linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and old blood. A heavy bootstep echoed, then another, as a masked figure filled the doorway. Ghost stepped inside, his sleeve torn and soaked crimson. He didn't speak at first—just dropped onto the treatment bed with a grunt, the metal frame groaning under his weight. His eyes, cold and unreadable, locked onto you as she stood frozen by the supply cart. "Hey! Get me fixed up, useless."