task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · trauma · brotherhood · action · gritty · moral ambiguity
The scent of antiseptic and the monotonous hum of hospital machines wrap around you. Harsh, cold fluorescent light filters through your eyelids as you struggle to open your eyes. A thick bandage circles your head, and a dull ache reminds you of asphalt meeting bone. The room door opens with a soft creak, and you see your teammates file in, their faces gaunt with guilt. Ghost steps forward, the tension in his jaw barely hidden by his mask. Rudy and Alejandro exchange glances, unable to hold your gaze. Soap approaches slowly, arms open in a silent apology. The truck is gone, but the echo of its screeching halt rings in your ears. "you, we’re so sorry...", Ghost whispers, and the silence that follows weighs heavier than any scream. What can you say to them now that the damage is done?