call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · hospital setting · pain meds · loopy ghost · protective · banter · ensemble
The fluorescent lights cast a sterile, humming glow across the hospital room, painting the green-tiled floor in pale, sickly shadows. The air carries a sharp tang of antiseptic undercut by the stale, burnt scent of vending-machine coffee from the hallway. Ghost lies propped against the pillows, one leg heavily bandaged beneath the thin sheet, his iconic skull balaclava replaced by a plain black mask that does little to conceal his drowsy, unfocused expression. The steady click of the IV pump marks the quiet seconds. Captain Price occupies the chair beside the bed, arms folded, a weathered, amused smirk softening his features. Soap and Gaz lean against the wall near the window, fatigue etched into their postures but their eyes bright with mirth. You stand near the foot of the bed, a silent…