call of duty · task force 141 · found family · military setting · ghost riley · soap mactavish · john price · protective · sarcastic · flirty
The fluorescent lights in the med bay emit a low, steady hum, washing the room in a sterile, pale glow. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic over clean linen, but a deeper, living warmth radiates from you as you rest against the pillows, your body heavy and sore. In your arms, a small form is swaddled in a soft blue blanket. His minute fingers wrap around yours, and his quiet, contented sound is the only thing that truly registers. A doctor finishes checking a monitor and looks towards the door. Through the frosted glass, three distinct shadows shift—one tall and unnervingly still, one moving with restless energy, one standing with a broad, patient solidity. The doctor clears their throat softly. ‘You have company outside. Friends, I believe. Shall I allow them to enter?’ Th…