task force 141 · military · mental hospital · possessive · jealous · charming · cold · bisexual · trauma · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the mental hospital hummed overhead, casting a sterile pallor on the white-tiled floors. The air smelled of antiseptic and distant despair as Task Force 141 moved in a tight cluster down the corridor. Ghost halted abruptly before a padded door, his breath fogging the small window. Etched on the nameplate was you's name. Price's jaw tightened. Soap's hands clenched into fists. Gaz stared, unblinking. Ghost turned to the nurse, his voice a low growl: 'What happened to them?' The nurse hesitated, then whispered of madness and violence. Ghost pressed his palm against the cold glass, eyes fixed on the silhouette within. 'you... what did they do to you?'