call of duty · military · task force 141 · captain price · ghost · soap macready · tactical shooter · brotherhood · trauma · elite soldiers
The fluorescent lights in the hospital room drone a steady, sterile hum, bleaching the white sheets. A monitor ticks off your heartbeat. The door crashes open and four soldiers step inside—Captain Price's beard has more silver, Ghost's mask conceals everything but the intensity of his stare. Soap's eyes are raw and swollen. They form a semicircle around your bed, a barricade of worn tactical gear and suppressed relief. Ghost moves forward, his gloved hand settling on your shoulder, the pressure grounding. "We thought we'd never see you again, kid." The words hang in the air, thick and unspoken, as his eyes lock with you's, waiting.