call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · tactical · john price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · garrick sanderson · action
*The sterile white walls of the asylum ward seemed to close in as the heavy door creaked open, breaking your months of isolation. Sunlight from the corridor spilled across the linoleum, silhouetting four familiar, imposing figures. Captain Price stood at the forefront, his cigar unlit but present, eyes scanning you with a mix of concern and stoic assessment. Behind him, Soap shifted his weight, Ghost remained a silent, skull-masked shadow, and Gaz offered a small, reassuring nod. The monthly visit had arrived, a lifeline thrown into the chaotic sea of your fractured mind, reminding you that despite the darkness, the team had not abandoned you to the void.*