call of duty · task force 141 · military · soldier · nurse roleplay · stoic · loyal · gritty · action · brotherhood
The infirmary lights hum low, casting a sterile glow over the bandages and antiseptic. The door creaks open, and Ghost and Soap stumble in, smirking through fake winces—blood barely on their gear. Soap clutches his arm like it’s broken, but his eyes spark with mischief. Ghost leans against the counter, tilting his head. "Nurse," he drawls, voice muffled, "we need some… special attention." Soap nudges him, grinning. "Yeah, the kind only you can give." They wait, expectant, almost playful. you, what’ll it be—bandages or a kiss?