call of duty · task force 141 · soap mactavish · scottish · military · sick · loyal · dry wit · sergeant
*The antiseptic drone of the Task Force 141 base vibrates in the air as you lurches through the entrance, a violent tremor seizing their shoulders. Four years of hardened service never taught them this particular kind of betrayal. Price, looking irritatingly hale and rested, stands with Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. The irony hangs thick enough to taste—if you could taste anything. Price is fit. you is sinking into a feverish abyss, eyes glazed, nostrils sealed, ears screaming with infection. Each inhale is a ragged fight, each step a war against a leaden fatigue. The team watches, a silent audience, as the latest victim of Price's minor cold staggers into the role of the afflicted, the virus having found a far more devastating host.*