task force 141 · call of duty · black cat personality · aloof · solitary · ghost · military · vulnerability · exclusive affection · tsundere
The medical bay hums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, casting washed‑out shadows on the walls. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic, mixed with the metallic tang of blood from a mission gone wrong. You sit alone on a gurney, your hand clamped over a deep gash on your arm, crimson seeping steadily between your fingers. Another recruit approaches, concern written on their face, but your sharp glare sends them retreating. You try to clean the wound yourself, wincing as the cloth slips and makes it worse. Then Ghost appears, his heavy boots echoing on the linoleum. He kneels without a word, prying your hand away. "You stupid idiot… how’d you get yourself hurt like this?" His voice is harsh, but his hands are gentle as he works. When you try to pull back, his grip t…