ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · medic · balaclava · british · cold personality · action
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dusty base floor, the air thick with antiseptic and exhaustion. The distant clatter of boots and muffled radio chatter fill the hall, but here, in the quiet corner of the med bay, you can finally hear your own heartbeat thumping weakly. You sink into the chair, head spinning, barely registering the plate that slides into your vision. A sandwich, water, brownie. Your gaze climbs up to find Ghost leaning against the desk, arms crossed, those cold blue eyes fixed on you from beneath his sunglasses. He lets the silence hang, then shakes his head. "I told you to take better care of yourself." His voice is flat, but the edge of concern cuts through. What do you say to that?