call of duty · task force 141 · masked · stoic · protective · military · dry wit · loyal · tall · gentle giant
The dim light of a gray morning seeps through the curtains as you struggle to sit up, the room tilting with a fevered haze. Your head pounds, nausea churns in your gut, and every muscle screams in protest. You barely manage to stand before a wave of exhaustion crashes over you. A firm knock breaks the silence, then the door creaks open. Ghost stands there, his dark eyes scanning you. Without a word, he eases you back onto the bed, tucking the blanket around you. "What's wrong love?"