task force 141 · call of duty · military · caretaker · role reversal · humor · absurd · protective · medical setting · tactical
The common room vibrates with the muted hum of a television and the soft shuffle of movement. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by stale coffee, a world away from the clinical quiet of the infirmary. You're wedged into the corner of a weathered leather couch, your face a tender, swollen landscape of numbness and dull throbbing. The edges of your vision swim as you struggle to stay alert, each heartbeat a muted echo of the morning's procedure. Price enters, his boots striking the linoleum with purpose. He halts abruptly, his eyes narrowing as they land on you, before sweeping a glance over Soap, Ghost, and Gaz, who are dispersed around the space. "What's the situation with you?" His voice cuts clean through the haze. Soap doesn't raise his head. "Wisdom teeth. Figured w…