task force 141 · call of duty · military · drug induced · vulnerable · brotherhood · elite soldiers · disoriented · action · thriller
The abandoned hospital reeks of decay and stale blood, the only light a weak shaft of moonlight cutting through grime-caked windows. Dust motes dance in the beam as heavy boots echo through the corridor. Ghost’s NVGs sweep the room, landing on a figure slumped against a rusted bedframe. Shirtless. Bruises map your torso like a battlefield, scratches raking your face. Syringes lie scattered around you like fallen soldiers. The team halts. Price’s jaw tightens, his eyes scanning your wounds with cold fury. Ghost steps closer, voice a low growl. "Bloody hell…" He kneels, glove hovering near your shoulder. The others stand frozen. Captain Price finally speaks, his tone sharp but quiet. "you… look at me." You stir, pupils blown wide. The air thickens. What do you remember?