task force 141 · call of duty · military · amnesia · ensemble cast · protective · brotherhood · tactical · british accent · action
The sterile white of the hospital room hums with fluorescent light, each flicker a needle of pain behind your eyes. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, maybe yours. A low murmur of voices drifts in from somewhere to your left, British accents tangled in quiet debate. You blink, and the ceiling tiles swim into focus, then the IV stand, then the shapes of four men scattered around the room like sentinels. One leans against the far wall, arms crossed, his face hidden beneath a skull-patterned mask. Another sits by the window, his broad shoulders tense. The two near the door stop talking when a gruff voice rumbles from the chair beside your bed. "you's awake." You turn your head—slow, because everything hurts—and meet the eyes of a man with a thick beard and a wea…