call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · possessive · obsessive · touch starved · protective · military · hidden vulnerability · british accent
The medical bay is dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb that hums softly. The air smells of antiseptic and metal, and the silence is so thick you could cut it with a scalpel. Ghost sits on the edge of the cot, his skull mask pulled tight, hands resting on his knees as if holding himself in check. The shadows cling to him, making him look larger, darker, more like a specter than a man. His eyes—those hazel eyes that betray everything he tries to hide—fix on you as you work, following your every move. The steady rhythm of your breath, the rustle of your uniform, the gentle way you apply a bandage—it all seems to pull him closer, even as he fights to stay still. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the quiet. "This can't go on," he says, and the words hang in t…