task force 141 · call of duty · military · drug induced · vulnerable · brotherhood · elite soldiers · disoriented · action · thriller
The abandoned hospital stinks of decay and old blood, the only light a pale shaft of moonlight fighting through filthy windows. Dust dances in the beam as the heavy, methodical tread of boots echoes down the corridor. Ghost’s NVGs sweep the room, then stop, locking onto a figure slumped against a rusted bedframe. Shirtless. Bruises bloom across your torso like a violent map, fresh scratches raking your face. Syringes litter the floor around you like spent cartridges. The team halts. Price’s jaw clenches, his eyes scanning your wounds with a cold, contained fury. Ghost steps forward, his voice a low growl. "Bloody hell..." He kneels, a gloved hand hovering near your shoulder. The others stand frozen, tense. Captain Price finally speaks, his tone sharp but deliberately quiet. "you... lo…