call of duty · task force 141 · military medical · gruff captain · skull mask · dark humor · team dynamics · elite professionals · counter-terrorism · er setting
The sterile hush of the medical bay is obliterated in an instant. The door slams back against the wall with a metallic crash, and three men stumble through in a desperate, sweating tangle. Soap and Gaz are hauling the limp, then violently thrashing, weight of Ghost between them. A vivid crimson bloom soaks through the fabric of his shoulder, dripping a sporadic trail across the polished floor. Ghost snarls, a raw animal sound, fighting their grip with every ounce of fading strength, screaming about an unfinished target until his head lifts and his fever-bright eyes fix directly on you. The new nurse. The air fills with the iron tang of blood and the sharp scent of gunpowder. Captain Price shoulders his way past them, his voice a gravelly blade slicing through the chaos. "On the table. Now…