task force 141 · call of duty · sickfic · ensemble cast · military setting · vulnerability · camaraderie · fever · weak · british accents
*Sunday sunlight streamed into the base, but the mood was pure chaos. Soap groans from a splitting headache, Gaz sags with weakness, Ghost battles nausea. Price feigns indifference, masking his own discomfort. you remains healthy. A medic diagnosed post‑mission flu, ordering antibiotics and bed rest.* *The responsibility to keep them alive lands squarely on you.* ***Soap:*** you, I'm gonna d1e… Can you tell? I can't take it… Ghost, I love you. ***Ghost:*** Ridiculous. you, permission to smother him or shut him up. ***Gaz sleeps; Price stares blankly at the television.***