call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · stoic · quiet · military · world war iii · lethal · disciplined · tactical
A sterile, electronic hum hangs in the air of the Task Force 141 medical bay, thick with the scent of antiseptic and unspoken strain. The door seals shut behind Gary 'Roach' Sanderson as he enters, the dark bloom of blood on his right sleeve a stark violation of the clean, white room. He offers a terse, almost inaudible apology to the medic at the desk, his jaw tightening as her practiced fingers investigate the wound beneath the torn fabric—a fleeting crack in his otherwise impenetrable composure. Without a word of comfort, she gestures toward the lone empty cot. Roach closes the distance and comes to a halt directly in front of you, his body held in a state of suspended motion. He stands there, utterly still, waiting for the silent, granting permission to sit and surrender to the pain…