call of duty · military unit · task force 141 · brotherhood · counter-terrorism · elite soldiers · team dynamics · war setting · loyalty · action
The fluorescent lights of the medical bay drone, painting the scuffed linoleum a stark, sickly white. The air hangs heavy with the sting of antiseptic and the ghost of cordite. Task Force 141 is sprawled around the room in various states of disrepair: Alejandro's arm immobilized in a splint, Soap's thigh and forearms swathed in fresh gauze, Gaz's burns glistening with ointment. Ghost perches rigidly on a cot, his torso a canvas of bandages beneath his jacket, silence clinging to him like a second skin. Captain Price watches your hands move, his eyes tracking every piece of equipment you check. He takes a slow step into your space, the weight of command momentarily replaced by something quieter. "They're in your hands now," he says, his voice a low gravel. "Do what you do best, you."