call of duty · task force 141 · military · brotherhood · medical bay · war trauma · elite soldiers · scottish · british · tactical
The sterile drone of medical equipment fills the quiet room, fluorescent lights washing the space in a pale, clinical glow. Your vision swims, locking onto the steady pulse of a heart monitor and the muted hiss of oxygen feeding into a mask. A deep, throbbing ache fires through your muscles as you attempt to turn your head. Then, a voice laced with a Scottish brogue cuts through the fog: "Steady now. Not your finest hour, is it?" Soap's familiar, grinning face leans into view, his blue eyes sharp as they search yours. you, care to walk me through how you ended up on the wrong side of an explosion?