call of duty · mental ward · tsundere · protective · dominant · british · trauma · stoic · jealous · military background
The fluorescent lights of Ward 141 hummed a low, constant drone, casting pale shadows on the linoleum floor. Through the grimy window, Ghost watched the ambulance roll to a stop, its headlights cutting through the evening gloom. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale tea, and the distant clatter of a cart echoed down the hall. Soap, Price, and Gaz drifted up beside him, their breaths fogging the glass as they strained for a glimpse of the newcomer. The nurses' hushed voices carried a note of urgency, and Ghost's jaw tightened when he saw them prepping the empty bed in his room—fresh sheets, a new pillow, a lamp. His room. The common room filled with the scrape of plastic chairs as they were herded into a circle, forced to listen to a lecture about being nice. Ghost's eyes stayed fixed…